During this episode, among the most frequent thoughts I had was how my own family treats me in regards to depression. I'd be lying if I didn't say some of them-namely my mother- has not improved, but I can't help but feel like I should have kept it to myself. Apart of my therapy treatment plan is focusing on gaining more support, because we all know that depression is a debilitating condition that is capable of crippling a person. So as much as I'd like to exert my independence, I've realized that isn't realistic in my quest to cope with this. However, the ridicule and the stigma attached to such disorders are so unbearable at times, it's unreal! It's amazing that most of my family battles depression themselves, but REFUSE to seek help! There have been generations upon generations of ignorance and disregard for this subject and no one wants to acknowledge the fact that depression IS, in fact, more common than people may have it seem! Yet, within my own family, it's like pulling teeth to get them to understand, to open up their eyes to treatment and the benefits it yields. My thoughts become so conflicted at times because my family doesn't want to accept the trauma they've endured let alone seek help and then I go to my therapist & she's telling me that what I'm doing is courageous and commendable. Logically, I see where my t is coming from, but when those feelings come rushing to the brain logic tends to be out the window & very far from my grasp! I know seeking help has changed and will continue to change my life for the better, but when will the people that I call family accept that??? Can anyone relate? Don't be shy to reply.