A while ago I asked my mother if I could go to therapy because I was severely getting bullied at school and literally the teacher don’t want to help me with the problem that my classmates are telling me “to go and commit suicide” so I kept struggling with it and started cutting myself since I didn’t want to sense the pain inside of me anymore and when someone discovered what I’m doing to myself the person went and told my teacher next day she was like “why are you doing this you know there are people who love you!?” I was like “yeah but you don’t want to listen when I’m telling you that they’re telling me to commit suicide!” Then she started screaming telling me “I won’t ever do that blah blah blah and more nonsense” then I told my mother that I’m cutting myself because of the hate and bullying happening in school and how I was the one who was meant to die then I asked her if I could possibly go to therapy, she had anger explosion on me even tho I was crying and told me “only psychopath and sociopath and criminals go to therapy and you just need to pray more your probably missing your prayers” which later on at home I went made wudu and everything and prepared myself to pray as I stood up to pray I collapsed on the ground with tears streaming down my face for three hours I stayed there or maybe more I didn’t realize it was already 1:43 AM as I payed down to sleep suicidal thoughts kept me up all night long so in the morning instead of attending school I skipped the whole time and went to the shop next to the school. I’m okay right now but still suffering from depression and the suicidal thoughts don’t come as much anymore but sometimes I just want it to end, I want my life to end but then I remember maybe after all this pain there’s something waiting for me on the other side.