What hurts the most sometimes, is the fact that my family is oblivious. In the past when I've been down or depressed, I didn't know how to communicate it to them so I would lash out or separate myself. My siblings would always talk about me and say I was crazy. Then they would disregard me. So now that I'm older, I don't tell them anything... but I want to. I need to... but I keep thinking they'll handle it the same way they handled my feelings before. My friends don't try and reach out. They know I've had suicidal thoughts and behavior... And they haven't said anything else. They don't text or call and when they see me, they carry on like normal. I'm usually a private person, and in the past when they would ask how I was, I would change the subject or lie. But they've known me for years. And if I stepped out of my comfort zone to tell them something so serious, I would have expected them to be there. Especially since I'm ALWAYS there for them. I know everyone doesn't love the same, and they don't handle situations the same... but any effort would have meant something... Now I'm stuck with those feelings of "see? no one cares."