My parents don't understand me at all. Today I got the whole "everyone is depressed sometimes" thing. And my mom doesn't believe in anxiety disorders at all because "everyone experiences anxiety". Sigh. And this was all after I printed out some sheets from online about bipolar and anxiety disorders.

They're supportive though, as much as they can be. They just don't understand me at all.

My husband is very supportive. Always has been. Man is a saint.