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I had a dream the other night where i was at the doctors, and the doctor had told mum that i have severe depression, i obviously denied it. Then the next thing i remember is i'm at home and mum wants me to get help so she's trying to take me to therapy but i didn't want to go then i snapped and said YES I'M DEPRESSED AND YES I WANT TO KILL MYSELF PRETTY MUCH EVERYDAY, YOU KNOW WHAT I MY AS WELL GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH, then i grabbed the kitchen knife out of the draw and sliced both of my wrists right in front of her. She rushed over to try and help me but i freaked and started trying to kick her off me saying NO I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, then i passed out, next moment i'm waking up in the hospital with wrist strapped to prevent me from harming myself again. time passed and i'm sitting in a therapy room where this guys wants me to talk to him about why i did it, i said i would only talk to Ben because we talk about this shit, so Ben comes in and i say you want to talk about shit while your here to, i didn't get a response, i imagined i was only talking to Ben and that there was no one else in the room and i went right from the beginning of when it all started.