I've talked to everyone in my family about it. Again and again and again. I've even talked to OTHER people's families about it. I've talked to all of my friends about it, especially my closest ones. I still do both of the above on an almost regular basis, especially the second one. I've talked to countless doctors, therapists, social workers, psychiatrists, nurses, MHAs, you name it. For hours and hours upon end, sometimes. I've been hospitalized. Three times. I've been in like three different types of therapy, both in and out patient. I've taken anti-depressants, anti-psychotics, anti-everything. I was only 16 and I was on 9 different medications at one time. I've tried religion. Not for me. I've more or less given up on dating completely after a... certain person. I've called the crisis center. That REALLY did not help, and I'll be damned if I do it again. I mean, heck, I've followed the steps to the letter. I have never once argued against treatment and I have always been responsible for it. I completely understand that I cannot force people to help me. I've listened and listened and listened. During my time in the hospital, I helped every other patient around me. Every single time. I do realize, especially recently, that it's not other peoples' responsibility to help me, but why offer it if you're just joking or you can't actually follow through? Why would you do that?