I'm worried about you.
I've been looking at psychiatrists in our area, and I've found a couple good ones for you to talk to. With what you've been going through, it's clear. You need help, and
there's nothing wrong with that.
I'm not angry with you, and you're not in trouble.
Please don't
blame yourself.
You didn't do anything wrong.
This is not your fault. Okay?
I just can't bear to watch you suffer like this. I feel powerless seeing you pain while not being able to do anything. I don't know how to help you and you don't know how to help yourself.
But that's okay.
I know you want to be strong, but you need to realize you can't do this on your own. There's no shame in that. You need to get some help. I'm not saying this to insult you or to be nasty, but because I care about you. I want you to get better, I wish I could just snap my fingers and make it all go away but life doesn't work like that.
You need help, I need you to realize that.