I have a tendency to think I am more knowledgable and more mature than I actually am. I don't know my limits, and today I hurt my Dad.

Yesterday, the first day of joining these forums, I felt that I didn't need to find out what type of depression I had, or looking into it further. I preferred not to be labeled. But now I think, I need to own up to it. I think, I have to be more open about it and tell my parents, too, that I have it and join support groups and really get help.

It truly is depressing that I am depressed and my parents are codependent and probably have some sort of mental illness as well, maybe anxiety. And that's because I'm looking at it like it's my limit. And that's not a good attitude if I want to get better.

I think I really have to just admit and own up to it. I'm depressed and I have to let my parents know, and I have to go to support groups. I can't hide it and be ashamed of it. It is what it is.

Thanks for hearing me out.