We've all had problems with our families. Some get resolved, some continue. For me, it continues and it never stops. I can tell you all about my family. They can be decent sometimes. Other times, they can be not understanding and aggressive. My family will probably make you question, "Are they seriously treating you this way?" I guess you can say, yes.

I've been suffering from depression for over a year now. My parents never knew until I told the doctor my symptoms which she then diagnosed that I have depression. They think that I was just faking it. Of course I'm not. Why would I fake something so serious? I asked them to be more understanding, to be there for me when I'm not okay, when I'm down. You know what they do? Put me down more. Is that something a parent should do? Of course not. Ever since they found out, it felt like they're the reason why it has gotten worse.
The day that I went away, to a mental facility, they were confused to what was happening. I stayed in the wellness center for the entire day because I wasn't in a good mental state to be in school and associate with anybody. It felt like I was trapped, had no one. I felt lost. I felt like I was drowning and unable to breathe. My parents kept asking me what was wrong, what I was feeling. They never wanted to understand from the beginning. To me, it seemed like they only wanted to be there for me just for that certain amount of time. After that, they started to think I was faking everything. I wasn't. It seemed difficult for me to get them to understand. I do understand that they are Hispanic parents, and they don't believe in those kind of things. I get that they lived differently when they were younger and think that I'm just "acting" it. It bothers me that they don't care to listen or bother to understand when I tell them how I actually feel.

The times where I ask them to be there for me, they never do. Where I ask them so sit down and listen to what I have to say. They don't bother. They change the subject and ask why do I act this way. Why I act bitter and miserable. It seems like they don't know their own child. It bothers me to think they don't seem to care about my mental state. They just care about me being the good child out of the 5. Expect me to do everything. It stresses me out to the point where I get agressive and have the need to punch the wall or anything that will make the pain seem satisfying. It's gotten to the point where it's just a habit now.

I really wish my parents were different. Where they don't get agressive with me. Where they understand my depression and what they can do to help me and help overcome this rough patch in my life. I want them to open their eyes and realize this is something serious and should be taken seriously. I don't want it to seem like I'm faking it to them because I'm not. It just saddens me that my own family doesn't seem to care.