I hate my living situation, living with my parents. They don't understand the depth of my depression and think I should just "buck up". They get mad at me for sleeping all day, when I just don't have the strength to face the day. Now they have friends over and are drinking. It's their house and t hey can do whatever they want, but it's really hard being around all this drinking right now. I just want to snatch some of the damn beer or just get my own bottle, crawl into a hole and die. The last few days have been so hard, this is just making it worse. No way to meetings, don't know what to do.
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