As much as it pains me to admit this--that Patriots fan is right. Lol Everything they're telling you is the truth.
When I was about 8-13 my mother beat bruises on me everyday. I wasn't allowed to have friends, talk on the phone, watch tv-nothing. I had to stay in my room all day and night. I could only come out for school or to do chores. After about a year I tried to hang myself from my ceiling fan. After about 4 yrs of it I ODed for the first time. I just went insane in there with nothing and no one. You're never gonna get better until you can get out and socialize and have other activities that are fun besides drugs!
If this takes going to the crazy house, do it! At least in there you will have some kind of social interaction. If you can't call them or get anyone to call them and ask FIRST if they're going to make you detox in this mental condition, I'll just do it and report back on here if that's what it takes. The facility I went to had never had anyone stay past 2 months. They can't all be 5 month long beachside resort rehabs. Lol
As for your self harming tendencies. I'd like to tell you something wise and (now) funny that my father told me when I had to get 23 stitches for the bat-shit insane hack job I did on myself. He said, "aww hon, your looks are all you've got going for you right now! Fuck that up too and see how that works out for you!" Don't mess up your looks, man! You really might need them, and you don't need the stigma of self harm scars following you years after you're better!
For this self harm resulting from anxiety and depression, I was treated 12 years (half of my life). Every antidepressant they could find, 60 bars/month, 90 kpins, 300mgs/day seroquel...3 stays in the ward due to a 70mg klonopin and alcohol OD, 60mg Xanax OD, and holding a gun to my face and that pesky cutting incident. I could go on but I'll spare you. I never cut myself again after that. I don't take anything anymore...well, except Mary.
Point is, people do get better. I know this is hard for you to believe. If someone had told me that just 2 years ago I'd have screamed at them "lies!!", cried hysterically for hours, chewed a cpl bars, snorted an 80 or 2, and locked myself in my room for the next week to do drugs, contemplate suicide, and cut myself. And I was so wrong my friend. Dead wrong. I don't even know that person that was "me" anymore.
Thank god I'm such a failure at killing myself! Had I succeeded I'd have never got the chance to be this happy. Finish school. Meet so many new badass people. Start my new career. Move into my own place. And most importantly I'd have died never knowing how much of a fighter I really am. I'd have thrown everything away for nothing, and hurt everyone I ever loved on my way out. You got a hell of a lot to live for now, and in your future. Don't question it, just trust!!!
I'm going to keep checking in on you too! so keep us updated, and best of luck today if you decide to go to rehab!