At my wits end

I first tried to kill myself when I was 8. No particular reason, I just felt like it. My parents punished me by taking away my mobile phone for a week -_-
12 years have passed and none of my family believe me still.
Doc put me on prozac a few months ago. Increased my dose. No change.
My Mum is the devil reincarnate. A psycho in her own nature. We’re all scared of her.
I love my boyfriend, I know I do – yet I just don’t feel anything for him at the moment.
I’ve had enough now.