I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety disorder by my psych today. It was a relief to know that I wasn't just being crazy like my siblings told me.

But, things are not all fine and dandy. I thought I'd start to get better after today, but nope. My mother found out I had been suicidal recently, and my doc prescribed me Prozac. It's not being prescribed with meds that's a problem; if it might make me feel better and not always be scared, I'd take it. But my father reacted very badly.

He threw a fit about how I should not take 'those d@mn mind altering drugs' because they were no better than weed and cocaine and all those other drugs. He told me that what I really needed to do was find out what was causing my depression and deal with that problem and I'd be fine. He kept going on about how stupid my doctor (who I like very much; he's a nice guy and he doesn't scare me like some people seem to enjoy doing) was. Then he started asking me where he went wrong and how he could fix my problems. He kept telling me how he felt like a failure.

If the Prozac upsets him that much, maybe I should just forget it altogether and just deal with it like he said. I don't want to cause anymore problems with my family...