The other night, I told my parents about my parents about my last year and a half of depression/self-harm. They were very grateful that I finally told them and I felt like I was on cloud 9 because of how happy I was, but the next day I felt the same as usual, same old depressed me. Aren’t I supposed to feel at least a little better after telling them? Then last night, I was on the anonymous chat as a listener. A venter came on and before I could even say “hi” they started saying things like “fucker” “asshole” “you should die already” things like that. They affected me greatly, even though I knew I was stupid for letting it get to me. So, I reported them and, at the time, I was home alone with my little brother. I tried to keep it together for him, but it got to a point where all of the horrible things were swirling around in my brain, nagging me, telling me to realize that this person was right. I laid on my bed and cried for a few minutes before the rest of my family walked in the door. I walked up to my sister and cried into her shoulder before explaining everything to her about my depression and what happened before they got home. I felt a bit better afterwards but today I woke up the same as before, but today I felt worse because I can’t shake the feeling that this person was right. For me the last year and a half, happiness has been like a high. I feel amazing as ever for a little while, but then depression comes back worse than before. I just don’t know if I am going to get better or if I will always be like this. Any suggestions?