My family doesn’t know that I have been diagnosed with depression. I keep that yo myself. They are the model of what a perfect family is expected to be. No drug use, no unintended pregnancies, you get the idea. There’s no traumatic cause for it; it’s how my brain works. And the moments I have where it sets in hard and I go silent I’m met with “What’s your problem? Or what’s wrong with you?”. And it’s in an antagonistic tone not in a genuine concern. And when I hear things like this “I don’t see how anyone could be depressed. If you have a job, food, or home you have no excuse.”. And it makes me want to scream at them but that wouldn’t be appropriate. So I bury my thoughts deep and pretend to be happy.
