Alright let me elaborate, and I will probably go overboard and just rephrase the same thing over and over, so you've been warned.
I can barely count my mental health issues on one hand. TBH it's hit an extreme. Extremely depressed. Extremely anxious. And just DID in general. Yet here I am hiding it all. And doing an extremely good job of it. Why? Well I'm not 100% sure. I guess it's a cluster of reasons. Even so even if I wanted to say something I couldn't. No one's going to take me seriously. No one wants to know anyway. Not with everything else that's going on. My mom is just so glad that she has me and me being stable. I can't shatter that illusion. If I said I was depressed it would get swept under the rug because I've given no outward evidence of that. I look fine so therefore if I were to say I wasn't it would only be because I was exaggerating on a bad day. If I actually showed what I do or wanted to do. (do=self harm, want=suicide) it would only be because I want attention right. I know I have at least 1 family member who think I do it all, have done it because I want attention (not sure who that is but that's besides the point).
I doubt there would be any point of speaking up, because I won't get taken seriously, or because I don't appear to need serious help I wouldn't get any anyway. Life is just a lot of smiling and laughing in front of everyone, then going into my room and destroying myself.