You know what's really sad?
The fact that you have to tell family members that you have depression for them to treat you like you actually exist.
Do I really have to have a mental illness for you to treat me better? I haven't taken my anti-depressants anymore and whenever dad asks if I did, I say "no" and he doesn't even notice, or atleast it doesnt seem like it since he hasnt asked why I didnt.
Mum is constantly asking how I am, and I do appreciate it, but there is such thing as asking too much, and it's getting annoying.














