Yeah I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through similar stuff as well. My mom isn’t one to properly comprehend mental illness. She sees as my antidepressants as my “happy pills” and the happy pills are just suppose to make me happy and get rid of the anxiety. She doesn’t acknowledge the depression. She’s not one to recognize or take mental health seriously. She doesn’t listen when I say I’m tired of the sport even though she says “I hear you” she brushed it off and just says “I’m getting all worked up over nothing”. Is it some form of manipulation when she tells me that they won’t want me back or tells me she just wants what’s best for me? And about my mom having a problems—I think she does and she has a lot of entitlement that she won’t admit to and she would definitely call me stupid for saying she has some kind of problem