Would my family be better off if I were dead?
I am an eighteen year old girl living in a house with both parents and an older sister. For most of my teenaged life I have struggled with accepting the real world. I don't want to spend my life working just for scraps of free time, I can't understand why people are so horrible tone another, and I find it hard to accept people without feeling spite towards them for their faults. I know these are bad things and I already feel terrible enough for them. I feel like a horrible person, but that's not what has pushed me over the edge.
My parents have always had a problem with my attitude, saying that I am disrespectful and rude to them. To be honest, I don't understand what they are talking about. I have not noticed myself doing this before, but I have put in numerous efforts to change. These efforts have gone ignored and they continue to scream at me for being a terrible person. I cannot even get upset anymore without them sighing in frutsration. It feels like they are the only ones that can be upset with me, and I can't be upset myself. It seems that I am constantly letting them down, but I don't understand what I am doing, and like I said, there is no way of asking them because they simply fly off the handle.
I have always thought of suicide, thinking that there was a better world after death. Now I don't even care of there is consciousness after death or not - I just want out. Recently both my parents pulled me into a room and called me a retard, an idiot, a selfish *****... It went on, and I was absolutely in shock. Since then they have been talking about getting me on pills to help me and getting me professioanl theropy. I can't show any signs of any feeling other than happiness or they scream at me again for being miserable.
I have given up. What point is there of trying when I don't even know what they want me to be or do? I am completely lost. On more than one occasion I have planned to run away, but I am too scared because it is still my home. I have cut myself constantly to the point of bleeding (not the little kitten scratches) and I have spoken to a psychiatrist, but she doesn't even know what I can do. She is at a loss as well.
Please, I want to die because I don't feel loved or appreciated. I am confused and I constantly hurt inside. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to eat. I don't want to breathe.
If there is anything anyone can recommend, please help me.