So uhm my mom just came into my room to tell me if I don't call my therapist (wich i totally forgot to do) they will call the police on Thursday to illegally enter me at a mental hospital.
What's going on with me is that due to my depression I don't trust anyone and I'm unable to ask them anything, every time they make a noise i want to destroy things or have a meltdown. I'm controlling myself SO MUCH not to do so.
I don't feel like eating and Just my entire schedule has been shifted and I can't control a damn thing in this house. I have nothing to do here cause my mom does it all. and all i need is to be alone taking care of chores and being by myself until prozac does something and I feel good enough to work and live a normal life.
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna kill myself.
I told her what was happening to me and she didn't care.
Now i'm doubting myself again and I don't know if what im feeling and what my body says i need is not correct.
I was doing so good living by myself, fuck.