When I told one of my closest friends in detail about being suicidal when i was a teenager. It was the first time I'd ever talked about it at all, it was years after the fact. I thought it brought us closer together, but It basically ruined my friendship.

She stopped talking to me about anything going on in her life, would respond to any questions with a "yeah" or a "they're doing okay" or a nod. Or just agreement. I found out her, and my other friend, had been talking about how sensitive I was, and how when i said one thing, I was secretly judging them the entire time, or meant something else. She was also Isolating me out of conversations about her life.

For nearly a year they did this, and I tried everything to make it feel like it was. But I never could. I had to basically force the truth out of them.

After they told me this, even though they were finally honest, I felt so betrayed. Talking about it took so much, and I was already deeply ashamed. I felt like I couldn't trust anyone. I had no-one to go to to lean on for support.

I feel like these are the stories they don't tell, when people talk about going to someone for help when you feel suicidal.