I've been getting careless these past few months.
I broke down one day and indirectly told my mom I was depressed. I told her I was constantly sad and had no idea why. I didn't tell her I'd felt that way since I was eleven and I definitely didn't tell her I've been suicidal for three years too, but I told her I was constantly sad and came close to telling her the whole thing. She then took me to the doctor, who said I should see a therapist. After lots and lots of sheer begging I got her not to try to send me to see a therapist, but I feel it's only a matter of time.
Then today, I don't know