The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to affect them
My cat used to do this. He lost his leg after being hit by a car. We used to call him chicken leg. Idek why. But we have to scratch the ear he couldn’t. And he’d thank you by rubbing against you, and bit biting you. He liked to bite. I miss him.