My dad tried to give me very well-meaning advice, and it's not even bad advice it's very good advice. But I feel pathetic because I'm not capable of following it. I know that exercising regularly and eating right can really help with mental health and is an important part of mental hygiene. But I barely have the motivation to dress myself or shower. I really don't have the motivation to work out every day. And I have so little access to healthy food on a regular basis. I don't have the motivation to cook. I end up eating out all the time and the food nearby is all fast food and fatty. He also said that we have to choose our own think tracks and attitudes. I used to be such an optimistic person. But the years of depression has painfully killed that optimism. I am now deeply pessimistic for the future. I do not believe I will ever really improve. I do not believe I am capable of contributing anything of benefit to this world. I don't like being here. I don't have the energy to fight these thoughts anymore. They are not occasional ones I can just brush away, they are constant and all-consuming. I dread waking up every morning and having to face another day. He says he says a prayer of thanks every morning to remind himself what he has to be grateful for. When I do that it makes me feel worse because of all the wonderful things in my life and how lucky I am and I can't even enjoy it, I'm still dumbly miserable.
I'm not seeing any help until next Thursday because of thanksgiving break and I'm really suffering. I got an emergency appointment with my school and they did nothing except set up plans for me 2 weeks from now. I need help now, not two weeks from now. No one wants to help you unless you're on the verge of killing yourself, too bad they don't put a focus on preventing you from getting to that point to begin with. Oh well. I've been really struggling lately and don't know what to do.