Unfiltered Story #281225

(I have a form of anxiety, undiagnosed, because my parents swear it’s all in my head and refuse to take me to a mental health specialist to find out. I know they’re trying to save money, as I turned 18 last month and will be going to college soon, but it’s really messing with my social life.
They also don’t like that most of my friends are online, a lot of whom I trust with more sensitive information than my parents. Trust me, all this information is needed for the story.)
So one night I was feeling especially anxious, on the verge of a breakdown and with no one to talk to IRL (in real life). One of my online friends noticed I was having a hard time and private messaged me, asking what was wrong, if he could help, all that wonderful friend magic. And it helped, a lot, thankfully.
The next day, I told my mom I had had a mental breakdown (which I did have just before my friend texted me) and she wouldn’t believe me, called me dramatic and asking what my breakdown was about just to prove me wrong.
But here’s the thing: Not all breakdowns have a single origin point. Mine stemmed from stress, anxiety, “adulting”, and so many smaller things it would have taken me a while to count them all.
I explained this to her and she still wouldn’t believe me. Is it that hard to recognize when someone needs your help? I’ve been trying to prove to them that I have anxiety and white possibly depression for the last two years of high school. Apparently I’m so untrustworthy because I trust my online friends more than my parents that I can’t possibly be telling the truth.
It’s going to be a long summer.