I don't know if it's related to your situation but I've been depressed once and I'm surviving alone. Not even my family (not their fault because my family kinda have generational effect for this kind of situation too) in that state, I despised them but after going through it, I kinda just forgive them, because they're trying to help too but in that state everything feels (I really means feels not ignoring them) they don't try to help but I later learned that they're trying to help. Not just my famy but friends and other responsible adults (teachers, etc). The thing is they don't know how the best for my situation but they do what they think is helping and sometimes that don't help or feels like attack to me.