Hi everyone, this is my first time being on a forum, so I'm a little nervous, but it's cool. So, here is my story: Four or five years ago, my grandparents and I (I've always lived with my grandparents, my mother had me at a very young age, and my dad is just a really bad person) were kicked out of the house that we lived in and we had to move in with my grandmother's mom and dad, my great-grandparents. A year or close to two afterward, my great-grandma passed away, and I could tell that my grandmother and my great-grandfather, Papa, were devastated over the loss and I don't think they've ever been the same since then. Flash forward to April of this year, my mother and stepfather have lost their house, and they have five kids, and a sixth one on the way. So, my grandparents and I are doing everything in our power to try and help them out in any way we can, and that means that we take in two of my siblings, the 10-year-old and seven-year-old. I love my siblings, and I would do anything for them, and so I didn't mind it if anything it made things less lonely for me in the house since none of my family talks to one another. I have always felt, since this whole movement began four or five years ago, that my family never really listened to me or cared enough about me. They never truly understood what I was going through and it contributed to my problems. I have bad anxiety; I can worry about anything on my body and ultimately think that I have some terminal illness. I have a therapist who helped me the first couple of months I had her, but now everything is chaotic. Recently, my house had a flea infestation, and it still does. On Monday, we had the house sprayed, and we thought that it was cool, but I still keep getting bit and my family doesn't believe me or take me seriously. I show them my bites, but since it hasn't happened to them since the house has been sprayed, it's none of their concern. I did everything I could to my room: I vacuumed, washed my sheets 3 or 4 times, sprayed my room with chemicals, all of that. It's even gotten to the point where I think they could be living in my hair or even my body. I'm so paranoid all the time, and I don't know if I can handle it anymore. I have always felt like I wasn't listened to by my family and this whole situation is just like icing on the cake and blew my top. It's hard, to say the least. I have a boyfriend and we've talked about my situation, and he cried...he cried so much and he said that I made a difference in his life and to the kids that I took care of at the daycare center that I worked at...he didn't want me to die. Everything just seems so repetitive at this point and I don't know what to do anymore. Thank you for reading my long post, if you got this far.