*sigh*
The worst part of realizing there’s something wrong with me is that no one else believes me. I’m tired of reaching out for help to get out of this depression and no one seeing it.
It wasn’t until I got help and started getting better that my family noticed just how down I had been. People get used to it and think that’s just who you are. And sometimes people live in denial, especially parents. They don’t want to think that their child is somehow “broken”, I guess. When I told people I was admitted to a psychiatric clinic (I only go there for therapy, though) it came to most of them as a shock. They never even thought something was wrong.
You could reach to a professional or some “outer party” who does believe you. It can be really difficult and it took me years to actually go see somebody, but it’s doable. I’m not sure if any of this is any help, though, as you’ve probably thought it through a million times..
Have strenght!
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