So I'm 23, living on my own and pretty stable. I've had depression and other issues my whole life, but I've never seeked help for it and my parents didn't seem to notice when I was growing up. 
I'm finally entering therapy and on a bunch of meds and I'm TRYING, but one thing that I'm not interested in doing ever is sharing this with my parents. We're not estranged, but I almost feel like this is a part of me they don't deserve to be a part of. They didn't help me when they should have, so they don't get to be a part of my recovery.

Is this insane??? Am I just being a spiteful bitch???