Yeah, family can be more stressful than helpful when it comes to depression. I keep reminding myself that since they haven't experienced this mental state it's not fair to expect them to know what to do with me when I'm so depressed, but it sure is frustrating to say the least. As a daughter I want my dad to stop telling me that this is due to bad weather (is that the stupidest logic or what??) or my diet (which is perfectly fine). As a mom I know I'll do some things that interfere with my kids' well-being despite my best intentions. We're all just bumbling along. But sometimes feeling like I'm not understood AT ALL is just about more that I can take - I empathize with you.