I’ve been really depressed over the last six months to the point where I often think about killing myself. I recently have confessed to my mom that I’m having suicidal thoughts. She sat me down and told me she loved me and would do anything for me but I’m finding that harder and harder to believe since its been almost a month since I gave out that obvious cry for help and my own loving mother almost seemed to gnore my plea. I need help but my pride is enough to stop me from straight out asking for it. What should I do?
