Talking to my parents about my mental health is like talking to a wall. The words "anxious," "depressed," and "stressed," mean nothing to them. It's like it's not possible for me to feel this way and that I should just "stop." I've lost all motivation to do anything and they are part of the reason why. I've looked into therapy but that's just a waiting game. I've literally been waiting for months. I've tried talking to friends and making changes, but at the end of the day when I eventually come home, none of that matters when I have to face my parents again and revert back to the old ways. It's like my entire day of positivity is ruined and I'm forced to take in these negative vibes. This brings my energy, mood, and motivation down. If I tell my parents I'm not happy, they simply shrug their shoulders. If I tell them I am stressed, they say they are more stressed than I am. It's like my feelings are invalid and I'm only allowed to feel joy for a certain amount of time. Like they say, misery loves company.