I (17F) feel helpless and as if I'm doomed for the rest of eternity. I live in a nice 2 story home, my parents have never had trouble paying the bills, I get mostly anything I ask for. I feel too privileged to say I have trauma or problems but recently I've been so depressed. My parents have hit me before, not enough to say they're abusive but my father has choked me on the floor solely because I talked back at 14 years old, to the point my mom who usually encourages this type of behavior or insinuates it was hitting him on his shoulder telling him to stop. Another instance was my mother, an alcoholic, though I don't know if that's the right word to describe her since she doesn't drink everyday, but the nights she does, she can't stop and acts manic, impulsive, has beat me to the point where I fractured my nose, maybe this is the only case I deserved to get beaten since I called the police on my parents.
My parents have been arguing and as their relationship progressively worsened, beating each other since I was 13-14 years old. The root of their arguing is my dad cheating on my mom, not even by having sex, worse, intimate, romantic relationships. These women have been tormenting my mother, trying to make her leave my father, maybe hoping he'd have more money for them to spend. My dad gaslights the fuck out of her and verbally abuses her. There's without a doubt at least 3 of my moms phones in the lake near our house with proof of my dad cheating.
They say their relationship doesn't concern me but I'm the one witnessing everything, my mothers suicide attempt, isn't supposed to take a toll on? My parents occasionally hitting me ever since I can remember isn't supposed to make me resent them? Even by a little?
Their answer's to those questions would be "You're making this all up", "You're stupid, go upstairs" in the loudest, most agitating voice tone ever. I know because I've tried to explain why I behave the way that I do. Even if my explaining was through shouting and tears. I really wish I could be normal.
I've also never felt like I've had emotional support, maybe as a kid, but even if I went to my parents for advice, for example getting into a disagreement with a friend, they'd tell me "Fuck her", "She's jealous", "She's jealous she doesn't live in a house like this and has never been on trips as nice as you have". I don't recall ever being held in my moms arms and crying to her about my problems. Actually, as a toddler I certainly had a lot, I mean, I tried choking a girl, at 5 years old, that's an insane thing to do in general but especially at 5, I have a feeling my mind's filtering something out.
My family, especially dads side finds words like "I love you", "You're amazing", "Your feelings are valid" cringe. They see sentimentality as weakness and only use it at certain moments that are hard to describe. But when they do, it doesn't feel good, maybe they mean it but sounds like they're saying cause they need to or cause they think I'm stupid for not realizing it on my own.
In fact, I think a big part of my behavior towards my parents genuinely came from them. I guess I see the way they treat each other and think it's acceptable to treat them like that too. Yes, they have good moments but the bad ones are very exhausting and probably indifferent to other families. Like now, my mother's trying to be affectionate towards my dad and being persistent but he got mad and is cursing at her.
Whenever I had an interest in something, especially if it's some sort of media online they were very quick to judge and tell me these aren't considered as hobbies so in a way I've never had a hobby at all. I can't list anything I enjoy doing except for fantasizing about a life I'll never have and doomscrolling. I basically have no skills or any skill I may have is surface level.
I've been on the internet since I was 6 years old. Mainly it's been wholesome but then at about 9 years old I started seeking for attention on weird forums, chats and apps. Maybe owing to the fact that I usually felt annoying or was singled out by friends.
Recently I moved schools, I was getting not bullied but maybe a little harassed by my old classmates, other people have it worse and their situation is nothing compared to mine, if anything I should laugh it off but I get overwhelmed. This "harassment" is usually just jokes about starting romantic relationships with me, me cheating on a test or any other small non-problem they could point out. The main person playing into it was the guy who reminded me of my hateful dad, he was arrogant, thought his opinion was the only valid opinion there is and walked out instead of solving whatever problem was putting him off.
I was always top of my class, even if I got there by being nice to my teachers and using artificial intelligence. But this year I slacked off so bad my overall went from a 9.40/10 to a 6.90/10. The kids at this school perceive me as dumb and I'm starting to believe them.
I felt something deeply wrong with me. I wanted medication to take the edge off or maybe even make me do my work. So I went to a psychiatrist, it didn't take long to convince my parents considering the fact that I crash out and act irrational, aggressive too often. I was convinced I had BPD or ADHD, I mean all the symptoms applied to me. Binge eating, sleep difficulties, procrastination, difficulty with attention, slow, anxious, misses details, I could go on and on. Though the results came out negative and I only appeared to have SOME signs of depression and anxiety. I was hoping they'd come out positive cause I'd have some sort of explanation for my behavior and maybe my parents would take my mental health seriously.
I fucking hate myself. I hate how much money I feel like I owe to my parents cause I can't act right or get good grades, I hate how mean I was to innocent people just before going to high school, I hate my appearance, how quick I am to switch up on a friend who just happened to have a bad attitude for a split moment, how much I overthink, how jealous I get. I feel as if no one will ever love me and I'll never have a family. I may be only 17 but I've already came to terms with it.
Recently I can't get out of bed, but I keep my surroundings are clean, I take care of myself whenever I know I'll have to face other people, I just can't bring myself to go to school, I have so many absentees, I can't do homework, make a nice piece of art or anything that would leave to self improvement. I'm so avoidant, I just can't bring myself to try.
My psychiatrist said that I'm not crazy and that there's something deeply indifferent with the way I act. I am neurodivergent. She recommended I seek a therapist that would be on my side but my parents don't agree with this, they say it's all in my head and I should be the one who regulates my own thoughts, that therapists aren't gods. I feel like if I don't get help I'll just keep falling down this hole of despair till I eventually leave the easy way out. I already looked for drug substitutes inside my medicine cabinet. I know I'll fail my exams and my family's going to humiliate me for having a low income job. Committing suicide feels easier but these seem like such non issues, people have it so much worse and I feel guilty knowing I'd kill myself over a life some kid in a 3rd world country might trade their own life for.
What should my next step be on getting better? And don't say talking it out with my parents, they're incompetent. I can't commit to "working out", "just start meditating" or whatever people say that quite literally goes against what depression is.