my family wants me to recover at a pace i can't reach

ever since i told my family about my diagnosis (major depressive disorder), i feel like they've been always waiting for me to get "cured" or be okay. i'm not saying that's a bad thing. it probably comes from a place of love and care. but i just feel so overwhelm and pressured. i roommate with my sibling, and we've had fights about my lack of hygiene in the house. more like he's been going out on me. shouting curse words. he even questioned me if irritability's part of depression and that why am i like this. i just cried silently because those ARE symptoms. i feel like they've made my depression about themselves and it sucks that i can't communicate with them properly.

my mom always texts me about how i am doing almost everyday--something she didn't do before i told them about my depression. i appreciate her, i really do, but i just can't help but be overwhelmed because i feel pressured to say that i am okay.

this fucking sucks. it's so fucking unfair how people have to go through this. why does this illness have to exist. i'm so tired.