TW: mental health, sh, etc: i struggle really bad with my mental health. like pretty bad. i’ve never been sent to a psych ward or anything but pretty close to where emt’s and police officers were in my house which is pretty scary tbh. that was may 2025. my parents know that i cut, and have tried to take my life but all they do is say i’m spending to much time on my phone and get me on some medicine i’ve been taking on and off for 2 years that doesn’t do shit!! i need to get out of this fucking house, i need to get real help, i know i do. i’ve been clean (as of july 2nd, 2026) for 2 months and 15 days. i’m thinking of relapsing. i crave the sensation i have when i sink that metal blade deep into my skin. i still remain in that deep fucking hole and i cant see the way out, i’m drowning. my chest is heavy and i’m fighting to get every gasp of air i can, but does anyone hear me gasping, panicking, sobbing. well of course not.