It seems like everything I fucking do around here isn't enough. A few examples: One, I cleaned the majority of the kitchen + other stuff, and left some things for my sister to do. Then, my dad comes home and says that I didn't do anything. When I explained to him what I did, he just threatened to throw all of our stuff away - clothes, dishes, etc. And when I clean, I clean - I don't like doing a half-ass job, and I only didn't finish the rest because I'm not the only person living in this house. And he sat there & bitched at me, the only person that cleaned that day, for NOT cleaning...even thought it was obvious, visually, that someone cleaned. Now for the 2nd thing...apparently, to everyone else, I'm not getting better. Hell, I thought I was getting better, but everyone just keeps saying that I'm not. So, coming from the people who supposedly love me, what am I supposed to believe? My grandma got angry with me last week because she thinks that the medication and therapy isn't helping, and I think that she doesn't want to bring me to my appointments before - she hasn't said a word to me since, and my dad seems to be thinking the same damn thing my grandma is thinking. I have OCD - and long story short, my sister scoffed at me because I put my hand in my sleeve to take my lighter back - something I don't do too often - that ended up in an argument, of course. ... This is beginning to look very similar to the situation from before the last time I went to the psych ward. I DO NOT want to go back there - that'll be the last damn thing I'll do. I just got out in early November, and I'm already having conflicting urges to self harm again... And I've been off of my meds for the past two weeks, because I haven't been able to get a prescription written yet. And to think I was doing just fine - I've been living in my room & avoiding everyone. It's just really not helping with these assholes not giving me any support.