Time, you're not the only one. Many of us feel an obligation to tell families we are fine to keep them from worrying. Then they tell us they are visiting and it's panic time. I have been "fine" for 6 months, and now Dad is coming for a month to find me in bed with bad back and chin deep in depression. Families probably have a need for us to be fine, and we hate to break the bubble. I've started saying, "well, I can't complain." because it's not the world's fault that I am what I am. I'm with Silver. Don't give up on your sister's. It's a little easier for them to change that parents. bJ