I (18F) am entering my second year of college. To preface, I have pretty much on/off struggled with anxiety since I was 15, went to therapy a few times and then quit because I felt like I was wasting my parents' money and not getting anywhere. I recently transferred to an ivy league school and was feeling extremely worried about the usual things over the summer like making friends, my major, etc. I would literally spend hours researching what career paths to go in because I was so uncertain. I was also interning away from home and was super homesick and lonely. One night it got really bad and I had my first panic attack; I went to my parents at first and they were both either busy or shut me down pretty fast when I said I wasn't feeling well. I don't have close enough friends where I can just talk about my mental health to them in anything other than a joke so that was kind of out of the question. Long story short I ended up in the ER/psych ward and got diagnosed with anxiety/depression. I was talking to my mom about this when I went back home (after they sent the bill) and she basically insinuated that I shouldn't have gone to the ER and that "everyone has mental issues" so I should've learned to control mine better, basically saying that I'm too immature to handle it myself. It felt really invalidating. Recently a similar thing happened - I am feeling AWFULLY ill right now, so I tried calling my dad and he shut me down and started yelling at me for worrying and complaining too much, and that if I really need help I should just "call 911" or go to the doctor. I've learned this is pretty normal for him now because he just doesn't show empathy and expects you to "toughen up" and handle things yourself. I know I should expect this from him by now but it's just really hurtful hearing that from someone you care about. My parents' number one recurring issue with me is that I worry too much and I'm dumping it on them. I'm honestly unsure how much is normal to share with your parents. I don't want to be using them as unsolicited therapists and I would feel really awful if that were the case. Most of the time they are pretty patient with me (over text) so I'll message like a couple times a day, esp my dad because he just replies pretty fast. Some of the texts are like life updates (they usually don't update their lives with me though so it feels real one sided) or discussing my class schedule but if something bad happens then I'll bring it up too. The issue is, I'll feel like I'm having a good relationship with my dad over text, but then when I call him it's like he's actually really mad at me this whole time and I'm this infectious ball of doom and despair. I really can't tell if I'm "over-complaining" and making everyone's day worse. Am I in the wrong here? Should I be getting a therapist? A journal? A life? (joke)