It hurt me when I told my sister I have depression and she didn’t believe me. I don’t want to sound like it’s not a serious thing because I know it is and I’m pretty sure I know what I’m going through, not her.

Being cooped up in my room for 2 years, and my entire family thought it was a phase. Oh she’ll grow out of it they said. I started not to eat anything and I’m pretty sure I almost became anorexic. And it’s not like I did this for attention. I have bad anxiety and my family considered it as having bad social skills. Am I just overreacting. I want help, but I know we don’t really have the money for a therapist.

There’re moments when things are just to much and I have to go the the bathroom because that’s the only place I’m aloud to lock the door. I just feel safer and closed off.

I don’t know what to do, it’s getting harder to be myself around them because they don’t understand how much I hate being next to them.