I never have accepted help from anyone for my depression. I've had it for a very long time, and once my dad died, it got worse. Now you might ask me, why I don't get help, and well that's because my older and younger brother, both have depression. I've seen first hand what help can do to people. My younger brother wants to go back onto pills and constantly obsesses over the fact that he wants to go back into the mental hospital. My older brother, well I can't say it on here but he's been doing bad things to coup with his. Me on the other hand, I don't know how to coup with it. I've gone to school counselars but when I do that, they talk to my parents about what I told them. I don't really trust anybody but my boyfriend and my best friend about it. Even then I don't want to put all of my problems onto them. I don't know what to do anymore, and honestly, I really need to figure it out because it gets worse by the day.