When I was a teenager & got really depressed I called my GP. My father was busy with his yachting crowd (partying) & my mother was dead. I was in a boarding school. My GP took the time to see me every week (my dorm parent drove me in), listened to me & gave me good advice & never charged me! She kept my confidentiality & never told my father I was seeing her.

Years later she came to my wedding.

You might try calling your doc.--Suzy