Sure. Buckle up cowboy, you're in for a story.

Some years ago I was in a bit of different state of mind than I am now. I'm still depressed, anxious, etc. but I'm in a better place as I said than when this incident took place.

I'm not sure what the trigger was, I believe it was just all of my frustrations surfacing at once: living at home with my parents, having not graduated college on time, not having a good paying job, and so forth. Anyone could have said anything and I would have flipped out. I punched a hole in the wall and just cried and screamed on mom's bed for what seemed like hours but was probably about half an hour. I was suicidal, angry, threatening to kill myself just to spite my parents. Something depressed people may relate to is the feeling of loneliness and utter despair and that was another thing I was feeling. I just felt no one could understood what I was feeling and that there really was no hope.

Long story short, my mom calls my dad and he comes home from work frustrated and at a loss at what to do with his child that was screaming, crying, and going from lying prostrate on his bed to a fetal position. I was really irreconcilable. I told him I was going to kill myself and he said "Oh really? Let's go to the emergency room then" He wanted to admit me to the psych ward of the hospital and I said "Fine, let's go." After some time, I calmed down and we reconciled and he would later go on to say he was trying to call my bluff and I said I was glad he did. But the truth is, I wasn't bluffing, I wanted to go to the psych ward, I wanted to go crazy and I'm positive had I gone, I'd have lost my mind (even more I'd reckon) and would be there or a mental institute for the rest of my life.

Short story short, I didn't go to the psych ward but wound up going for a few days a few years later lol. And that was an experience in and of itself.