I tried to talk to my best friend about my SI and depression. To have a rational conversation about it. Because she asked me how I was doing and I decided to tell her the truth. After I was done explaining how much I ache basically all the time, how alot of the time I have trouble seeing the point to living, and how I have begun self injuring allmost every day she decided to tell me, to my face, that she didnt think that depression was actually a real thing. That she believes that if I wanted to be happy I could be. And that she thinks that I am just acting depressed and engaging in SI because I am overly dramatic, I want attention, and I need to get over myself. I have told four people total about my problems. She was the second person that I confided in. I don’t know what to do anymore.