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Feeling alone or lonely doesn’t mean that you are actually alone or unsupported

“When I first told my mom about my depression, she yelled at me. She told me I had no right to be depressed. She screamed that I had everything most people wanted. And I just cried back that I didn’t want this, I didn’t understand it. She never believed I was depressed because I could never explain to her why. I couldn’t find the words to tell her that everytime I look in the mirror I want to cry. I couldn’t tell her that everytime someone tells me “I love you” I wait for the “but”. I couldn’t tell her that no matter how hard I try, I just feel empty. So we faught for hours over my “depression”. Her constant screaming that I just wanted attention and wanted sympathy began to carve itself in my skin. She watched me cry and cry because I didn’t know what else to do. That was the day I realized when people ask you what’s wrong, they don’t really care for the real answer.”