For days I've been in a major depressive place and I've tried so much to get out of it. I had therapy today, I self-harmed a few days ago, I've used my DBT coping skills yet I'm still here. I've started imagining how I could break a glass in the kitchen sink and use a shard and cut myself so bad... I'm in such a bad place. And while my family knows I'm in a bad place, I can't tell them it's this bad. I'll be a huge disappointment (at least that's what I believe) and a failure (again, my belief) and I don't want that. So right now I feel like a failure for having major suicidal thoughts, for not telling my family, and for not acting on the thoughts. Failure.