No, it's not a joke at all... I really need help.
Hello, everyone ! Sorry for not posting so much ! I'm dealing with IRL stuff, I'm having depressive episodes and with the Digital ID thing and all of the Dandy's World drama around the creator recently, I wanted to take a little break from posting (and I know it's getting worse)
(PS: I don't support Qwel or Rox ! I can continue making Dandy's World content from time to time not because I support Qwel, but because the fandom is among my comfort zones, along with fandoms like Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, FNAF...)
Any harassment of ANY KIND isn't tolerated.
(TW: DARK THOUGHTS, IMPLIED ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, ADDICTION)
I'm not used to talk about my problems, but I think it's time for me to let you guys know.
A week ago, I was arguing with educators (I live in a group home because of my family problems, particularly my problems with a foster family who hated me) about my devices. Of course, I love that place; I moved in since April 2025 and I appreciate the people out there, but it's just that I don't eat much and I'm bedrotting while drawing on paper (and on my laptop) and surfing on the internet... that's to say that I'm not motivated for any. Single. Fucking. Thing. Especially sports, since I HATE IT.
In fact, if I have my devices at night, I won't sleep until, idk, 3 AM ? 4 AM ? Idk, but with screens or not, it's still the same. And that's why we take my devices so I would sleep well. Problem is, it's extremely difficult to follow that rule (especially since I'm an 18 (soon 19)-year-old screen addict whose social media are my passion), and that's why we argued about it.
From the time I was fifteen until last year, I lived a foster family that was verbally and emotionally abusive. Sometimes physically. They were saying things like: "If your mom doesn't call you, it means that she doesn't like you", that nobody would like me, and that no one would miss me. They would even compare me to others, put my head underwater when I couldn't exactly copy the swimming movements wer were showing me, call me names...etc. You see, I have Asperger autism, and they didn't want to undertsand that.
So after the educators took my devices, I was completely overwhelmed. I looked at the belt on my chair, and... you know what happened. I'm happy it failed. I sent my cry for help by writing on a paper and putting it in front of my door. Then I talked about it to one of the educators working in the etablishment. It feels so good to let it go ! I even accepted therapy
Following that, I went to the emergency twice. The first time was for my symptoms and the state of my neck (I luckily had nothing on my neck). I was diagnosed with depressive episodes (you know what it means); I doubted it, I was sure about it, and it turned out I was right. And I wished I was wrong. And the second time was to see my psychiatrist. But the second time we came back, we waited 5 HOURS for her to come. Nothing. So we left without medication. And I accepted to have therapy.
Now, I'm somewhere else for holidays, and I'm healing. Slowly. I'm sorry for worrying you guys, but don't worry, I'm not dead, and I'll try my best to keep posting here from time to time !
See ya in a few days, and I'm sorry.
(PS: if you are addicted, in depression and you have dark thoughts, please talk about it. I know it's hard, but this and therapy are the only ways to begin healing.)