On my last leg

For years I’ve struggled with ADHD, depression and anxiety. My family always claimed I was faking it, and that I just needed to snap out of it. I don’t know what to do, all the psychiatrists in my area are booked for longer than 6 months, and today I tried making the right decision by getting medicated. Only to be turned away by the mental health facilities, and to be laughed at by my father. He said my life is too good to be depressed and I should be ashamed when others have much harder lives. I drive a new car, I’m in my dream college doing well. I don’t have any financial worries, but it looms over me. There isn’t a day I don’t think about suicide and I don’t act on the thought anymore but it’s there. I was told therapy doesn’t work, and that I’m just dramatic. Idk what’s wrong with me, and the doctors won’t listen. No one is listening. And I just have come to learn my voice isn’t important enough to be heard. No one close to me is hearing my cries for help, and the doctors aren’t either 😔