My family has issues. They resolve them by drinking and drugs. I feel like I'm the only one that gets professional help because my family is against therapists. They make fun of me for taking medicine. They said I'm going to addicted to the medicine I take. I try to explain to them it's safe, but they don't listen. Like I'm going to be addicted to Wellbutrin. I know they are trying to protect me, but they can do that in a different way. I feel like they are pushing me away. I think when everything gets together like with school and my well-being everything will be better. Right now, I don't need their negativity when I'm in process of getting better. I've came a long way from my depression. It's still there, but getting better. The doctor said he would be more concerned if I was normal going through what I went through in my childhood. I'm starting to feel better slowly, but surely. I think I found the right medicine and doctor. My boyfriend's family is more supporting than mine. I think mine tries, but they don't know how to. I love them, but I can't get their support when they talk about negative things.