Yeah, I'm better now lol. It's not that my parents aren't care, it's just... they don't really understand depression I guess?? Like my mom's a nurse and my dad was a medic in a mental institution, but like... they don't really I should have depression? I guess it's cause people obviously have it worse than me and I should grateful for all the nice things I have in life, but... I AM grateful and I know others have it rough too. I'm not sure exactly why I feel the way I do, well I know some of the things but not ALL of them.
My dad has only seen the severe side of the spectrum of depression, the makes you go crazy kind, so he doesn't really think that I have a problem. My mom only really looks at her side of nursing which mostly consists of diabetes, so she doesn't really understand what I'm going through and I'm being to feel like she doesn't believe I have depression. I try talking to them about this, but since they're the parents they think they clearly know soooooo much more about myself and my problems than me and are always right about everything. I'm mean it's not like them ignoring the problem is hurting me or anything, it's not like it makes me more upset and unhappy than I already am. 😡
My church... oh God where do I even begin... So they're very anti-gay and anti-transgendered, they ignore the fact that evolution is kinda a thing and say that my school is lying to me, and whenever I bring up my depression they say it just Satan making me think I have a problem. Like they're good people and very nice, but there's being devoted to your faith and then there's being just plain ignorant. "Oh, you have depression and anxiety? Here, allow me to read some bible verses and preach so you'll magically feel better!"
I'm mean it's not like I have an actual problem or anything?!
...sorry for the rant...
Yeah you're probably right, I'll make a journal thread sometime soon. 🙂