I'm meeting a psychiatrist, my mom suddenly treats me better. It was such a weird experience considering what happened to me as a kid. I'm pretty sure I have some type of disorders or maybe just depression. Because no way I'm trying to kill myself one time, with uncountable plans and rehearsals, injured myself and some shits. And still, wasn't diagnosed yet. Why the hell. Like bitch, I was bullied, Isolated, Assaulted for 5 years straight with my parents doing nothing but abuse me. Ain't no way I'm a normal guy now. Though it's like 5-6 years since that happened. I'm still frustrated as fuck. Just give me the damn diagnosis already. Sertraline and Anxiset aren't fucking enough.
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