I’m really struggling. He ruined my life. I’m not functioning. I haven’t showered in 3 weeks, my hair is matted, and I only brush my teeth once every couple of days. I’m oversleeping and am neglecting my responsibilities. I don’t know why I’m alive. I wish I wasn’t. Therapy doesn’t seem to be helping. My therapist is decent, I guess I’m just too broken. I take my meds but they seem minimally helpful. People close to me keep telling me to get a job. It hurts that they don‘t see how much I am struggling. I do hope to have a job one day but right now just surviving feels like a full-time job. My housemate says I’m always depressed. Which is true, but it’s getting worse and nobody seems to care. Last time I told one of the staff here (I live in a group home) that I was having suicidal thoughts she just sent me to bed. She supposedly got some training since then, but I don’t exactly want to go back to her if it becomes more of a problem. I don‘t even know what to do anymore.