I have been struggling with my depression lately, I started doing self harm, but I am not suicidal at all. I am sure that everything will be better when I get older, I am currently 14 years old.

I am getting bullied at school and also at home by my brother, he is just much stronger than me and almost everything he says is going to happen because he just wants it like that and he doesn't care about my opinion at all. I just can't do anything about it.
My parents are divorced, but I don't remember them being together as they divorced when I was 3 years old.

I am working on school around 50 hours a week(with going to school included) and it just breaks me down, I live like some kind of robot just doing things I need to do for others. The only thing that really keeps me living is game development and making YouTube videos, but I have little to no time to do that and if I am finally doing something for myself my mum sees that and says that I have to quit as soon as possible, she says it's bad for me and it is strictly forbidden to be on a screen 1 hour for sleep, I do understand that, but she's literally on her phone in bed and watching movies because she "can't sleep"

My mum is like a police, everything I do is checked, if I clean my room she checks every corner if it is clean, if I do salt on my food she is staring at me because 2 grams is too much or something. It are those really tiny things but I have to do everything perfect for her to not get angry at me. One other example is that we have the fridge in a closet, It is like almost not visible but sometimes if I grab something out of the fridge I close the door of the fridge, but not of the closet, and after living in this house for literally 2 months I have to do everything perfect and she gets mad at me for not closing the door.
The only time when I can live my life how I want it is in de weekends by my dad, where I can just slow down a bit. But that is just 2 days in 2 weeks.

My mother moved to another place recently, away from my friends, luckily I stayed in the same school. But was really the thing that made me depressed, I just couldn't handle more bad things.

I started self harm because I wanted people to see that I am depressed, but I just can't tell them and I try to hide my wounds, one time my brother saw it and I told him that I didn't do it myself and that it was just a coincidence that it where straight lines.

I am struggling with telling people and I really need someone to talk to, I thought I would tell my best friend but I am still too scared to do that. Can someone help me?

Sorry for my bad English, I'm from the Netherlands.