I'm only 15 years old, turning 16 in a couple of months. The past year and a half (about) I've had very unnerving feelings. There will probably be many times while writing this where I will want to just stop and feel it is unnecessary. I often feel like that when I try to explain my feelings to my friends if I am not in a good mood. I start looking for help but then in a few minutes I either become so depressed that I no longer want to talk, and end the conversation very rudely (which I later regret) or become happier and try to make my friends disregard the feelings I had previously stated.
Though for the last few months I have not been in an extremely depressed mood, there were about 5 months of my life last year when I would feel miserable. I would not be able to fall asleep because I would start crying until I felt like I was going to vomit (though I have not thrown up since I was 4 years old). While crying I would very often have thoughts of suicide that became stronger and stronger later on. I never "cut" myself the "traditional" way, but sometimes I would feel so enraged that I took a knife, laid my stomach on my arm, and started stabbing at my arm until it bled. The next day, or even hour, I would usually regret it and thought about how dumb it was to do. I have not done anything like that for half a year already maybe, and I do not cry as frequently. When I do, though, something of the following goes through my head: When I begin to cry, I feel the sudden need to seek help from my friends, but upon feeling that need I feel that I'm only crying to get attention, and if I do not try to get help from my friends then I won't be crying for attention. So I don't look for help. I just keep crying and having semi-suicidal thoughts until I can't remember what's wrong anymore and I act extra happy to make sure that nobody thinks I am feeling depressed.
Those are really the events that effect my life the most. My feelings about things and my emotions change so rapidly I feel like I'm almost abusing my friends by looking for help and quickly turning away. I also start to question what I want a lot of the time. This really makes me feel extremely pointless. Especially the fact that if I told this story in an hour, some of it might change, and not because I'm lying.
Is this bipolarity?
I can't visit a therapist or anyone similar because my family would not take me. I planned on talking to my guidance counselor before summer started, but I could not put myself up to it because I wasn't sure what to say, and most of all because I wasn't in the mood.
What do I do?