With this self isolation, I truly know how much my family care. Nothing.

My mom hasn't talked or done anything about my depression or anxiety or stress. Even though my therapist said right in front of her that I'm depressed. I even showed a photo of my leg with marks I made with a pencil.

My family doesn't try to comfort me. Their points to certain things don't make sense. I'm ambitious. Once I had my mind on something I really want/do, I'm going to do it until it happens. They probably don't understand that. 

I would bring it up, but I'm scared. I'm scared of my dad and mom. They act as though they have power over me and they could do what ever they want. I just want to stay in my room all day, hurting myself and crying. Begging to the world that I could be happy.