I always thought my brother and sister were abused; not as much as me, but still. Yesterday my brother said he didn't want to hurt my parents if I wrote a book about my life, but that it's my decision. I felt betrayed. Why should he worry about their feelings; does he not care about mine?

Today he asked why I hold a grudge and can't move on. The comment again made me feel unhappy; betrayed.

I then began to question my reality, if maybe I'm delusional and nothing ever happened to me. I'm confused and very depressed.

I've been diagnosed over time with four illnesses/disorders.

Any thoughts. Am I a pathological liar?