Why can't people understand us? I said that I couldn't cope with a house guest (an Aunt) and everyone comes back at me and says, "What's the matter with you?" Even my Aunt doesn't hear me, but says that she is hurt. So I give in and say okay. Now I'm a mess. Anxiety is soaring, I'm choking to death, I just want to quit life. Even when I try to explain how I feel no one understands. My Aunt says, "You don't show any signs of depression and if you are just get the right pill." They just don't/can't/won't understand. Why won't they leave me alone? It's just a weekend visit so I'll have to depend on God and my meds to get me through. Sometimes I just hate life.