Hi so I’d like to mention that I’m 18 years old, so this helps with appropriate responses and advice (Thank you to anyone that replies to this).
I’m horrible at verbalising how I feel or accurately recalling situations, so I’m going to word this how it’s easiest for me.
When I was 17, I got kicked out my dad’s house for smoking too much green. This led me to move in my with my mother who lives on the other side of the globe (they are divorced). Me and my dad do not get along very well and haven’t been since I was around 11 years old. He has narcissism and anger issues, and struggles to see views outside his own, but I know and accept this much because he is in his 50s. Because living at home with him is insufferable, I forcibly gained an outgoing personality, spent most of my time at work or outside till late hours. I hated being at home, I hated feeling uncomfortable in my own home. Even though I was already struggling with mental health issues at home, It wasn’t anything as bad as it is now.
Recently, living abroad with my mother feels even worse. This is where it gets bad for me, I blame myself constantly for being this way, and causing problems to both my parents, especially driving my mother insane, but I can’t help but feel everything she yells at me for my “own good”, makes me want to sink even furthur into this depression. I think I’m the problem, which I most likely am, because why do both my parents treat me like I was the worst mistake of their life? Anyways, I spend 99% of my time in bed, waking up at stupid hours like 7-8pm and I can’t bring myself to get up or even do any hobbies that used to bring me joy. I miss my friends and people outside my family that used to support me, I feel a big sense of being left out, especially at this age where everyone around me is starting to do things I’ve always thought about doing at 18. Driving, travelling, clubbing, just stupid shit in general. I feel so lonely and so trapped in my own head, I know I should listen to my mum when she yells at me at 2pm to get up and stop rotting all day like a sloth, but I just can’t. I physically and mentally can’t anymore.
For the first time in a long time, I’ve been having suicidal thoughts. I have no plans to end my life, however the thought of it is always on my mind. I have no friends to talk about my problems too, and even if I did, I always feel uncomfortable opening up. I have a lot of traits that my father has, like his anger and stubborness. I know I should make effort to at LEAST get up in the morning, but I always just think whats the point? I have no one to see or nothing to look forward too. I don’t go to physical school here anymore, I do online homeschooling with the system of my home country, so I can’t even make friends in that way either. I don’t like this country, I want to go back home, I miss my friends and my room, I miss my siblings, but I feel so selfish. Why do I feel uncomfortable and out of place wherever I am?