The person who prevented my suicide last year claimed I am not depressed.

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Not only have I not received any form of treatment since my last attempt, but my mother has seen me get hospitalized four times, takes meds, and drove me to therapists in the span of around a decade since I was a kid. She's always been like this, it's willful ignorance for the sake of comfort. She's ignored suicide notes, told me I cry for no reason, and made me feel so uncared for I thought I had to help her help me. I had to bridge the gap between us even though I was a child, and it didn't even work because she was more against supporting me than I thought she was. And then I ended up turning into her therapist instead. It's weird when someone loves you but in such a lazy way.