For zombiette,

I have the same problem- one second I feel fine and I fgeel my mental illness is over- the next second I'm crying and feeling all sunken and low. My parents, too, refused to take me to therapy but the when I ended up on the side of the road incoherent I was taken to the hospital. Your depression sounds like you're not at the hospital point yet I feel your hurt, it is real and scary. Perhaps print out what you wrote and show your mother..I picked your mother because it sounds like your Dad has some ideas against therapy. Or just show her some literature from the library or support group- have you been to dbsalliance.org click on your local chapter to get to a support group in your new city. Perhaps a new city will be a fresh start- remember not to stop therapy when you feel better though- at least the medicine is working. I care about you and everyone here cares about you, perhaps you could come to this website a lot and help others or express yourself on the creative corner. You write well and another idea is to keep a journal. Write back and let us know how you are.