I know I'm depressed. After I got diagnosed with depression, they realized it was autistic burnout and said I wasn't depressed anymore but I still feel like I do. I started cutting myself because it was trending and all my friends were doing it. I slowly fell into addiction and became one of those "I did it again :3" people. And I hated myself so much in that phase, I can't look at those photos without feeling nauseous. I was clean from cutting for two years, but I relapsed idk how long ago. It just hits me sometimes. I don't have scars so I don't feel valid. I tried to make them, but my mom isn't concerned about my mental health. She's concerned that I'll never get a job with them. Or that I have to go to a mental hospital. She's determined that I'm normal and gaslights me into thinking I don't have these thoughts. I question if my suicide attempt years ago was real or not. I know it it. My mom refusing to remember it though. I'm fucked up. But my mom won't let me be.