I feel like I've been neglected in some ways. When I was younger, I always feared bothering my parents. I didn't know if it was normal or not to talk to your parents about how you feel, but I never did. Maybe that's normal, but for some reason something seemed off. Once, I got severe bone bruises on both of my ankles when I was 8 or 9 years old. It got to the point where I couldn't walk anymore and I was crawling. I was in a running club, but running in a way where my ankles constantly hit eachother. I tried to tell my mom several times about my pain, but she told me I was fine and made me keep running when I didn't want to....until I couldn't. I've had similar instances like this happen, until I began a dangerous thinking pattern.... "My pain doesn't matter"By the time I was 13, I got extremely sick with parasites. It took awhile, but eventually we got to a special doctor, who figured out the problem almost 3 yrs. later. I definitely had depression during that time, I wouldn't say I'm all the way healed yet either. My worst moment was probably the time I wrote a suicide note and also had six different plans thought up. I also was anorexic at times -also something I still struggle with. But, there was a time when I would only eat 400-800 cal. a day. Some days I would eat nothing too. Even a ten calorie vitamin somehow terrified me.Now, I've mentioned my suicidal thoughts to my mom. She dismissed them basically. She said that most people go through it. It'll pass. "Wow," I thought "Why do I bother telling this to someone who doesn't really care?" This year though, I opened up about my anorexia struggles to my mom. She told me she already knew! And she did nothing. My parents do care in some ways, but I feel neglected. I feel like I have listened to both of their problems and rants like I'm their counselor sometimes too. I'm the kid in the family that's the peacemaker. Also the kid who's heart isn't heard.I know I'm lucky to have parents, I just wish they'd actually hear my heart.