I think about maybe 11 or 12. I reay didnt feel like living at that age. Home was awful. I felt awful but I didnt knew why. I felt empty and without a purpose.
I asked my mom when she was showering: what would she do if I died. I think she said if I remember correctly that dont be so morbid or something along the lines
A few days later I asked my dad through the phone : he said he would be really devastated if I passed away.
At the time it didnt really sink on what I was saying but I knew I didnt felt like I mattered nor appreciated at the time. I was dealing with bullying as well so I honeslty didn't see a way out at the time.
Then in middle school, expressed thoughts of death especifically having a nail on the wall and and bashing my head with it. Ofc one teacher sent me to the guidance counselor didnt do shit. Tried with benadryl but I didnt have the balls to go through with it.
I think my mom was more mad at me that she went for me on her work hours. Went to the hospital blah blah and actually lied that It was just a joke. She kept reminding me that incident of I acted dramatic.
ANYWAYS
That was long sorry