My FamilyI have been going through depression for the past 5 or 6 years. When I tried to get my parents to notice, (i was moping in the kitchen while my mom was cooking), instead of asking me what was wrong, instead she told me to go to my room because my mood was starting to affect hers. Well...I went to my room and cried my eyes out. I felt so alone with the fact that even my own mother didn't want to deal with me and my depression. It got better for a little better but soon came back.
I still cry at nights. I muffle my cries, close my door and turn on my music. My family doesn't notice...and if they do they don't care.
One day, my mom told me that the family felt like they had to tip-toe around me and my emotions because I take things too personally...however she failed to ask why I take things so personally or what was going on. She thinks she knows me, but she doesn't know the person deep down inside that I am forced to hide.