My mother found out about my depression and PTSD today. She has had her suspisions and confronted me and I told the truth. Her reaction was... less than reasuring. Between telling me that it wasn't that bad, talking over me, and just insisting that I need to think positive, well, lets just say it was rough.

I love my mother, I feel guilty writing this, but I feel so let down and hurt and sad. This was my worst case scenario and it happened. I can't ask her to keep it between us so soon my whole family will know, but I will cross that bridge when I get there.

Right now everything just hurts. I feel so small and meaningless. I am afraid to ask for help... help? I could really use some encouragement.