I was diagnosed of depression not surely after I had a particularly bad argument with one of my parents. My dad had taken away my devices when I was listening to music, something that is extremely important to me. I also had lots of stress that seemed to build up from absolutely nowhere, I had absolutely nothing to do. After this argument, I sat in my room and cried. I seriously considered killing myself. I didn't talk to my father for three days and spent most of this time in my room (this was during the school holidays.) A few nights later, I told my dad about how I'd considered ending my life and we got an appointment with one of his friends, who was a doctor, the next day. He diagnosed me with depression and gave me a script for antidepressants. My mum told me not to take the antidepressants (she's a pharmacist), so I didn't. We had a check in appointment the next week and I went with my dad again and he removed the antidepressants from my medical record because I hadn't used it. He then gave my parents a referral to a phycologist and that was that.
Since that nothing has really changed from before I had talked with about my depression. It's been over a month and we haven't even booked an appointment with the phycologist. When I try to tell my parent's how I feel useless and explain my moods, they just say they don't understand. I don't talk to my friends about this, we're not that sort of friends. I don't tell my brother, because he's too young to understand and deal with me. I've given up talking to my parents about it because they just make me fell like I'm making a big deal of nothing, like there are people with real problems out there. I cry a lot, at home, and no-one notices which hurts a lot. I have no-one and that's the thing that hurts the most.
