When I was nine, I was first diagnosed with depression. It was unbearable at first. I had no idea how to handle it. My mom was initially supportive. She'd take me to all sorts of therapists, which helped a lot. I was on a good path to recovering, but it still was hard.
 Out of nowhere, my mom begins losing her shit on me. She begins yelling and screaming at me whenever I begin to cry due to stress. She says that "I need to grow out of it" and that the only way to end this problem was by "scaring me out of it". She became absolutely fucking brutal towards me and even tried to get the rest of the family involved. 
 But you know what the kicker is? She has a psychology degree. She wonders why I split off from her and tries to guilt trip me for doing so when shit like this happened constantly.