Mental Health
I don't even know where to start... I have not been doing great ever since I started middle school(I'm not in sixth grade), and even before that, I've had a history of self harming + unhealthy coping mechanisms like starving myself and such. So when I was in fourth grade, I was sa'ed by my younger brother. I told my father, and everything just went crashing down from there. Currently, I've been having thoughts of killing myself, because my family is so ignorant towards my issues that just keep making my life(personal life + school life) get worse. I have a schedule/system that I strictly follow everyday. My teachers, friends, and almost everybody else in my life respects + finds way to align with said schedule. My family however, doesn't care about my schedule at all. They make fun of me for it, they call it ridiculous, and just a bunch of hurtful things are said to me throughout the day when I'm not avoiding them.
I have ADHD, so things often tend to slip my mind, and or my head is telling my body to do something, but I just can't get up and do it so I just end up sitting/laying there(I know someone will know what I'm talking about). So my grade are just bad, no matter how hard I try. But there's always a point in my day where I've done too much work all at once, and then I need a break. That mental break is usually around my lunch time, and sometimes overlaps into my 5/6 period class. What I'm trying to say here is that I don't do well in most of my classes because of my ADHD + insomnia(not entirely). Because of my grades, my break is replaced with lunch tutoring on Mondays and Wednesdays...I don't need said tutoring, but my family seems to think I'm stupid so they do. Okay so, tutoring slipped my mind + I was already having a bad day because of all the stress. So I came home(this is literally that day before my birthday), and my aunt says 'why didn't you go to lunch tutoring today?', and I told her the truth; it slipped my mind. She didn't believe me. and told me I was being lazy, and that I just didn't want to go, and all that jazz. Then, my uncle(he's basically the source of 99.9% of my anger + sadness) joins in and starts berating me too. He had ADHD too, he knows what it's like. He should get me. But instead, he just thinks he can discipline the ADHD out of me because that "worked for him". So long story short, I got my door taken away the day before my birthday, cried myself to sleep that night, and on the night of my birthday too.
I feel like I'm writing too much. So to sum it up, I've had a history of self harm and stuff like that, my family claims to love + care about me while actively treating me like dog water, and I feel terrible + always have. My family is homophobic + don't believe in therapy, so I can't tell them anything without ending up in a prayer circle during Sunday worship. Also, I'm not Christian anymore, I lost faith in God the day before my birthday because of everything that had already been happening at the time. Wish me luck, goodbye.