While I don't hate her, recently I have become aware that she's the cause of much of my anxiety. She's also, to some extent, why I have trouble interacting with people. Why I doubt myself.

I can not talk about my emotions with her. Never have been able to and it wasn't until last fall that I learned that doing so is dangerous. I tell her I'm depressed, she will twist it around and tell me I should feel bad for feeling that way. I've once come to her with feelings of depression, and left thinking thoughts of self-harm.

Despite all that she's not a horrible person so I can't say I hate her, but I'll probably never be as close to her as I used to be.