Dexter,
Yeah what she said really hurt me in hindsight. Neither one of my parents have ever accepted my depression. When I was diagnosed they told me to my face that there was something "wrong with me" and that I had to snap out of it. She thinks that because I do not talk to her about things that I am "cured" and they do not want to hear otherwise.
It is not that my job at the mall is stressful. The timing just sucks. I get out of one job at 3..have to drive all the way home and then come back out the same way for 6. It is more exhausting then anything else.

Hanging in there though,
Jessica

"Take these chances. Place them in a box until a quieter time..." ~DMB