Talks with dad

Talks with dad have been damaged.  Another blow.  This time even harder than before.  I moved back to live with my parents as I wasn't doing too well by myself.  It was time to buy the medication and my dad refused to pay for it.  I am so low on money that paying for my own meds would be detremental.  It I had diabetes or high blood pressure he would have happily helped me out with it, but just because it is psychiatric medication he won't support me with it.  I am extremely depressed and he believes that I am not depressed and that it is better to reduce the meds because they are too strong for me.  He believes that I only need mild medication or a simple dose of antianxiety meds.  The rest is in my head.  Absolute humiliation and disregard!