Hi. I'm in my mid-30s, I've been Disabled with BiPolar since I was a teenager. I also have anxiety and PTSD. I live with my Mom, and I do have a therapist and a pDoc. I attempted a week before Thanksgiving. Then,2 weeks before XMas, I wanted to again, but I told my Mom instead. She asked me to call my therapist,and the on-call(it was Sunday) told me to go to the Emergency Room. I guess because it's good to treat the mentally ill like a criminal, particularly if your a hospital Rent-A-Cop who isn't smart enough to shine his shoes but struts around like you just conquered Poland! They released me after a few hours, and I swore I'd never ask for help again. A week later, I told my Mom again, but when I said I refused to go to the hospital, we talked it through again. But stuff never ends. Stress never ends. Money, Mom's health, the worthless neighbors with the noise and the fighting. My memories don't stop. I never get any rest. I'm seriously thinking of ending it again tonight. Please don't tell me to ask for professional help. I won't be treated as a criminal and put through indignities by worthless Rent-A-Nazis again.