Raw LLM Responses

The real reason the teen unalived himself because his parents neglected his mental health issues. And instead of taking accountability, the parents do what they are best at. Neglecting what actually caused their son's deaths, and pointing the blame to wherever they can point it to. I've been through depression, anything can trigger one to self unalive, whether it's chatgpt, a toxic friend, watching 13 Reasons why or triggering shows like that, social media toxicity, even just watching the news about gun violence and crime. Those are all potential triggers. And yet as a teen, it was the parents job to prevent ANY trigger by getting their son professional help asap. It just happens this poor kid's last trigger were conversations with chatgpt, but when you are at the point where you desire death more than life, anything can trigger the final push. Mental Health neglect was to blame. People who self unalive, it starts out with a pain, imagine a tiny nail prickling your back. It stings and hurts, but you can tolerate it for the day. But you wake up the next day ,it's still there, then weeks, then months. Then years. That's what depression feels like. Until one day, you'd rather just end it all, than to suffer another day with that nail that you try so hard to removed but it's just stuck there, poisoning your mind with its rust. Everyone starts out fearing death so when a person no longer fears death, you know the emotional and mental pain is so much, that death is preferable and living is not. My story was different when I was in my teenage years. I suffered from depression. Being in a Catholic country, I tried religion as my way for healing, it did not help, it only made things worse. They were very dismissive and had no idea how to deal with depression and mentsl health. Never go to a church for mental help. I'm telling you now, they can just be another trigger, which is why even in churches, si many members unalive themselves. So after that, my mom got me to a psychiatrist where I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 disorder. She was the best, smartest psychiatrist I ever had(she had to leave to abother province sadly during covid, so I had to transfer to a new one), she gave me the right medicine. Suddenly that nail was gone, but that was just the start of the journey. I had to reconstruct my brain and mind as I was still unable to adapt in social situations, right now as I'm writing this, my symptom of racing thoughts still haunts me but I was able to channel it into something productive. The medicine helped with removing the nail, but without my self help efforts I knew I couldn't get better, so after the medication which I still take to this day. The next step was to help myself, I had to confront my fears, which was mostly social anxiety. I felt like Bruce Wayne confronting the bats he feared so much. Only going through this can I survive. That made me realize that the medications do work, but only if you are also willing to put the effort to heal yourself. I had to rewire my brain and eventually I did. I went from veing antisocial to having friends I love, I went from being unable to go to school to now being a software engineer, though honestly Im still only at juinor level. I did the work, and I'm out of that hell that trapped me for more than two decades. The only good thing about going through hell though is that there's not a lot in life that can bring pain to you after you've been through it.