I can feel my mental health rapidly deteriorating again, and I'm feeling a stupid level of apathy. I literally could not care less if I ceased existing.
I was happy and cheery yesterday and now I wouldn't mind death.
I finally got an appointment booked with a therapist though. After weeks of asking my mom for help because she was the only one I could ask what I had to do. Every time I asked previously, she'd say "I can't deal with that right now, ask me another day", because obviously her comfort is worth more than my sanity.