Reasons

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A few of you have told me to get help because you don't want me to die, but I can't. I know you have good intentions, but it wouldn't be good. Here are my reasons why not:

If anything, I was treated worse by my mom when they thought I had depression. I'm glad they don't think so anymore.

I'll be so ashamed to talk to people about it.

My bitch of a sister would know and hurt me even more.

●It's expensive. Insurance doesn't cover everything. I already rack up enough expenses for my family.

I'm already a big enough stressor for my parents.

My mom will talk to her friends, who would tell their kids, who would make fun of me.

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