<p>Fair warning, this may get a little long and serious. tw for talk of self harm.</p>
<p>In high school, I was an overachiever. I had above a 4.0, graduated near the top of my class, and entered college with 41 credits just from AP classes. In college, I assumed everything would be the same. I won't bore you with the details, but needless to say, it's not. I overextended myself while at the same time underestimating the workload given to me, and at the moment, it looks like I'll be ending the semester with something like a 2.33.</p>
<p>Now, as much as I hate the concept of self-diagnosis, I do believe that I suffer from depression and anxiety (somewhat crippling at times). This has been going on (and progressively getting worse) since my sophomore year of high school, though I never really talked about it for reasons listed later in this post. My worsening grades contributed to a downward spiral in my mental state, and though I hate to admit this, I tried to commit suicide a few nights ago. My long-distance boyfriend was on Skype with me at the time, and he is the only thing that stopped me before I went too far. I know that, at this point, I should be getting help, but I can't bring myself to do it. </p>
<p>Things have only been getting worse; yesterday, I literally hit rock bottom and scored a 10 on a math exam. I've refrained from self-harming any more, but the urge is getting stronger, and I'm averaging about four or five panic attacks in a single day.</p>
<p>You see, it's not even my grades that are causing this decline. I'm confident that if I get help mentally and apply myself more academically, I really can score a 4.0 next semester, balancing my GPA out to the 3.0 that I need to maintain my scholarship. Instead, I'm petrified of the reactions of my parents.</p>
<p>I don't know if I can adequately describe my relationship with my parents here, but I'll try. Throughout my entire life, they've been extremely controlling, borderline emotionally abusive at points. Most of the time, however, our interactions are nice and calm, and there <i>are</i> points where I consider my mother my best friend. This only makes it worse, though, when I inevitably mess something up; when that happens, I'm faced with a flurry of insults (ie. when my mother found out I wasn't a virgin, she dedicated an entire summer to calling me a disappointment and a sl*t). Furthermore, they have a habit of overreacting at the slightest provocation, and I honestly fear that they'll make me leave Alabama and come back home, where I can be completely under their control once again.</p>
<p>One last thing -- they don't believe that my anxiety and depression are legitimate issues. During the summer I mentioned above, I had multiple, awful panic attacks in front of them, and at points literally begged my mother to take me to a counselor. When this happened, she always had one of two responses ready -- "'anxiety disorders' are things made up by weak people who can't deal with the real world," and, if I pushed the issue, "fine. I'll just go commit you to a mental ward, because apparently you're too insane to live with normal people." Obviously, those discussions never went further, which is half the reason I'm in my current position (that is, suicidal and afraid to get help). I feel like I can't talk about my mental problems because I would be disturbing them, you know?</p>
<p>Every day, the thought of disappointing them hangs over my head. Just <i>thinking</i> about it makes my heart race and a cold sweat break out all over my body. I dread telling them about my grades this semester. </p>
<p>Any advice, CC?</p>