Today I got out of the hospital. My mother fought for this, but I feel that this fight was more for her than it was for me.
I feel like she said I needed to get out but in fact she wanted this just to feel better. She scold me because I didn't called her when I needed help but the reason I didn't is exactly because I am fed up with being scold, judged. She even told me she was disappointed by me.
After one week at the hospital I was thinking about going forward, but everytime people make me feel guilty, like I am guilty for making them worry. I would much prefer getting ignored than continue to feel the people making me feel guilty.
Worst sometimes I feel like some doesn't even care about the fact that I nearly killed myself.