My parents signed me up to therapy. I know I originally suggested it, but now I’m so fucking scared. I don’t think it’ll help. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. I want help but I also don’t want it. I dunno. I don’t think I’m okay though. I vividly imagine cutting myself sometimes, but I’m too scared to actually do it as deep as I want to. I’m definitely not okay, but I can’t tell a therapist that, and I can’t tell my parents that. Even if I did, I don’t think my mom would take it seriously. She once asked if I gave suicidal thoughts, and I said kinda, and then we kinda just laughed it off. She said she had them too at my age, so I don’t get why she doesn’t rlly care that much. It’s so stupid. And my dad definitely wouldn’t get it. He’s older than my mom and he was born during the Soviet Union, so idk how to talk to him about mental health stuff. I just feel so bleh. I wanna cut but I’m too scared, which is probably a good thing but it makes me feel worse. Therapy is scary. Fuck