When my suicidal behavior was noticed at school, my mother beat me and yelled at me every time, saying that I don't appreciate what I have and that in the end I can do whatever I want. Friends didn't take me seriously, mostly mocking me. Now my friends support me, but our communication is only online, and it mostly comes down to phrases like "don't be sad" or "look at all the good in the world." My mother still thinks I am spoiled, even though our lives have had so many hardships; how can I be spoiled if I had almost nothing? My partner shows support like no one else, but it cannot be constant, and it stresses him. He doesn't understand what it means to want to die, and every conversation ends in conflict, even though I'm not being confrontational; I just need someone to say something that would make me stay alive for their sake. My partner's relatives have called me an ungrateful selfish person and even a fallen soul being carried to hell by demons. There is no help from specialists either: they respond and suggest things, but more often in a way that makes you leave sooner. Even when I called emergency services when I wanted to end my life, they almost always told me to appreciate what I have, take some valerian, and go to sleep.