I'm completely stuck. I can't get worse. The expression on my parents face if they found out I was struggling would be unbearable. Don't think it would even help. I would have to take care of their feelings. They would worry if I stopped getting out of bed, eating, etc. And I cant kill myself either. My dad would try to cheer up others, while breaking on the inside, snapping at every small inconvenience. My mom would slowly wither, crying at night when she thought no one could hear her. My brother would pull into himself, occasionally lash out, all while deeply missing the big sister he worshipped. The rest of my family would hurt in different ways. My friends wouldn't know how to react. My teachers would be set back and shocked. They would all wonder if it was their fault. I can't conflict that upon them, even if I want to die, can I now? That leaves only one option. Slowly getting better. I've fucking tried that already. There's no path for me. I'm just getting really goddamn tired.