So I'm... I don't know what's gonna happen. I had a really bad argument with someone I'm very close with. They grew up in an abusive home and basically were robbed of their childhood. I haven't had a particularly horrific childhood, but it was neglectful. And being trans hasn't made my depression any better. I was diagnosed with clinical depression, OCD, generalized anxiety and social anxiety in early 2014, and when I was a kid I was also diagnosed with inattentive ADHD. Back when I first finally got diagnosed, I listened to this person when they told me that I don't need therapy and have been trying to go it alone and fight it. It's been a couple years........ and it's SO. MUCH. WORSE. I've tried bringing this up, but it never does anything. Last night I tried talking this person into just listening to my perspective and how beneficial therapy will be for me... and that just made the person I'm close with angry. They said that they never went to therapy and they turned out perfectly fine (while leaving out all their anger issues). They said I have no reason to be depressed. It's like they forgot I'm trans (I didn't even bother mentioning that cause the situation would escalate more). They said that only homeless people, refugees and people from third world countries have the right to be depressed... and that all I need is my family...
... Maybe they're right. I'm so ungrateful... I should just be happy all the time, knowing that I have a roof over my head, healthy children, and people who let me attend family gatherings (although I don't think I'd be able to if everyone knew I was trans). I hate myself so much. I wish I could trade places with someone in such a terrible situation so that they could have a good life they deserve. I don't deserve to live in such luxery.