A few days ago, I was diagnosed with Depression, and some of my family members and my sister's boyfriend think that I have no exact reason to be depressed. They said my life is perfectly fine and that I'm just faking everything… It's like they "know everything about me", which they don't. They don't even try to listen to my story, instead just mouth me off every time I say something and it hurts. I don't like my counselor because she always gets off topic and tries to change the subject, for a reason I don't know of, and the family members that actually are there for me are busy.
They tell me that I'm fine, nothing traumatic has happened to me, etc. etc… But I won't to share here. When I was younger, I was abused by my father, raped by his friend, and almost died. When I got older, I was molested by my close friend, constantly degraded by my stepfather's niece, bullied in school, and abused by my stepfather. But no one believes me, except for my mom. No one I truly know wants to hear my story, so yeah. Here it is I guess. A small portion.