Why Don't People Listen?

One of the things I hate the most about my diagnosis, is that since then, people assume I'm lying about everything.  Mostly when they tell me to phone and ask for help from someone who actually doesn't exist for me, like a therapist.  Apparently I'm just making excuses.  Sorry, of course I am.  I do have one, wait and I'll just pluck him/her from thin air.  Then they assume I haven't asked about one either.  Yeah, I just sat through my psychiatrist's appointment looking terrified because she looks scary.  Eh, I sat there looking terrified at the prospect of another month alone.  I asked her, "what am I supposed to do til then?" (meaning until I get therapy in anything from 8-12 months), like I do every appointment.  The only reply I ever get is, "whatever you have done until you even got help seems to have worked, do that.  You'll just have to wait." It didn't work, I just stayed alive.  I existed.  I don't want to exist like this anymore.  I'm too alone.  I'm always told to stop "off-loading" onto peers.  I don't have anyone else to "off-load" too.  When I say that, the whole imaginary therapist reappears.  I have to ask the therapist that I MUST have, because everyone else does.  "Phone a friend and ask for help" is another one.  Who?  Seriously, who?  The friend I have has a ton of problems herself, and the last thing I want to bother her with is my crisis.  No one else bothers.  No one.  People I work with act like I don't exist outside of work, people from uni act like I don't exist outside of uni.  I have no flatmate, because I was "horrible" to her (I still haven't worked this one out).  I can't live with strangers again, because I was, what can only be considered as, "bullied" by hall-mates.  The people I moved in with in second year admitted to another friend (behind my back) that they don't even like me, they didn't like me from the minute they met me apparently (I was told this, this isn't another one of those "lies").  Everywhere I go on the internet for help, which is the only place I have, I am told all of the above, and told to stop telling people my problems, because I'm making theirs' worse.  

Will people ever realise that I'm not a liar?  I say I can't do something because I CAN'T.  My psychiatrist yesterday even gave up suggesting stuff, because everything she suggested involved exercise.  I have no energy, going to and from the bus stop is a struggle.  Yes, I do tell the doctor EVERY fortnight I go, and she seems to have given up finding a reason, so I have given up too.  I'll just go and do the exercise.  Uni work doesn't matter, who needs to be awake to write 4 essays in a week and a half anyway.

So until other people accept that I'm not making excuses, what am I supposed to do?  The more I hear, "well, I tried" from people, the more hopeless I feel, and the more I just want to die.  What's the point in even trying anymore.  No one recognises it when I do, and I get shot down everyday for having reasons beyond my control (AKA excuses). 

Sorry to have bothered you.