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Ok, Ok, Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about being a Dick and leave your sick wife, or never visit your parents in there Bday. I'm just saying that sometimes you need to leave your family for your own well being (mental &amp; physical).

I'm in my early 20s now, troubled by severe depression and anxiety. And I think my mental health would be much better if I left the house earlier.

I started experiencing depression and anxiety symptoms around high school. No family members understood me, especially my parents. My mother just thinks I'm lazy and makes excuses for not tidying up, and my father only stays at home one or two days a week and doesn't care about my mental health at all(I didn't blame them for that because the term 'mental illness' didn't exist in their days).

Until one day, I just had that thought about suicide, and then I realized I had to do something, so I went to the local hospital by myself.

I was in the hospital all afternoon filling out various forms and tests. Everything seems to be fine ("Fine", lol), I've been diagnosed with moderate depression and severe anxiety. Just as I was going downstairs to pick up medicine from the pharmacy, I found my mother and cousin appearing in the lobby, and they were mocking me for "making a fuss" in front of the whole hospital. She just breaks me. 

I still don’t know how they knew my location and why they came.

Years later, after I left home and went to college overseas, I still didn't have the courage to see a psychiatrist again, and my depression only got worse.

I used to think I was a jerk because I had fights with my mom almost every week, but it wasn't until college that I found out that I have a very good temper and never fight or even argue with others in interpersonal relationships. And she’s the one who is toxic. I didn't realize her toxicity until I met enough other adults. She is opinionated and will never understand the point of view of others. She'll turn everything into an argument(Like, if you want a hug, she'll argue with you why hugs are unhealthy). I also realize how unhealthy our communication is. She didn't tell me anything because it "would disturb my studies". I wasn't even allowed to see my grandma because she thought I would disturb her (I was an adult at the time, Danmit, and I can totally take care of her).

I think my depression has something to do with this environment (Also other reasons). And I always wonder if I would be healthier now if I move out earlier.

I mean, I still love her and my family, but I’ll still never talk about my dreams and my depressions with them. I can’t. I just afraid they will break me again. (I did tried the ‘Serious talk’ with my dad few times when I was 18 and told him I had ADHD, he just said I was thinking too much) .

The point is, Leave u family when is necessary, kids. Seriously.