i hate this position I'm in right now. i know i have bipolar, and I've known for a long time. but i can't go to anyone for help or refuge. my parents expect me to be their perfect child. the one who has a high IQ and goes to the ivy league school. they're are nowhere near the type of parents who are equipped with handling any mental disorder. my mom is a little out-there clueless and just weird, I'm not really close with her all that much. my dad has the worst temper, and he's pretty scary when he snaps. i can't go to any of my best friends with this because they all have depression. maybe you, like me, are wondering why i can't tell my emotionally unstable friends that I'm like them. i just know they'd accuse me of not knowing what it's like, that I'm wrong and of course i couldn't have any problems because people as rich as i am don't have problems. that's how they see it, and i hate it. right now is when i need any of them most though. I've been depressed for the last 3 weeks straight and it's never been this long before. usually it's only a week. everyone is starting to get pissed at me and they're starting to avoid me. i don't see how i can tell anyone