I told my brother about my situation and he's decided to help. This is good and bad. I appreciate him helping, as I need it, but his way of helping sometimes feels like bullying. Of course it could be my mental state that sees it that way, I don't know. He's called or texted every FREAKING day for the last week. I have no peace or time to mentally process what he thinks I should do. And don't I dare tell him that he doesn't understand anxiety and depression. He literally yells over me when I say anything like that. He tells me that I'm not a burden, then does everything to make it seem like I am. But I feel like if I ask him to back off a little, then he'll take it personally and then it really will be just me trying to deal with things. I just wish this was all over. I want out.