I've probably said this already, but I've told my parents that I have depression, and they don't believe me. They think I'm playing a game, and my father tried using the research I did against me, though I forget exactly how. My resiliency is a little depleted, and I've cut myself, and I think I have an anger management problem alongside. Anytime I say something, my mom basically says that I don't know what depression is like, and that I need to pretty much stop lying. My dad says that it'll get better, and that any stress in our family is because of me. I'll admit, some is because of me, but definitely not all. Sorry for ranting, for anyone who reads this. =)





