I feel like I have been battling "prenatal depression"? Is there such a thing? It may just be the enviroment I live in. We live in such a nice home, in a really nice neighborhood, go to awesome schools... all that stuff. On the outside we look totally normal and happy. My brother, who's a senior in high school, starting drinking, smoking, and doing drugs. I saw a text message from my younger brother asking for 'bars' which I know from a previous friend of mine that they are Xanax tablets, and also he was talking about smoking weed. I knew that my brother would have an affect on the little one. Now my brother who's 28 is the one I want them to talk to... but he lives in Nebraska! He's been there and knows what it's like, so it'd be nice if they'd talk to him. I can't tell my parents about my younger brother involved in that stuff, too, because it'd break their hearts and stress them out even more. All I hear about is money... the economy is bad. My brother broke a priceless piece of glass on our door which costs $500 to replace. My little brother is always asking for SOMETHING, even after getting a bunch of acne medications and stuff from the dermatologist. They are still throwing me a baby shower... which my mom is in charge of decorating for. My birthday is tommorow and my dad just yelled at me for my idiotic brother's putting waaaay too much toilet paper in the toilet and it overflowed with like 6" of water, so I called my mom and asked what to do and she told me and then after I did that I told my dad who started cursing and saying how he can't do this anymore. It was like... what? I was just trying to help you out with what I could do. Everyone's always yelling or stressed out, and I don't want the baby to be in this enviroment. I swear... he won't know anything of peace from my parent's voices... all he'll recognize is stress.
I spent a week with my boyfriend when my parents went to Nashville, TN, and I was so much happier there. Even though we got into arguments that week, I was just content throughout the week. His mom started trusting us so much more. She left us alone for a few hours and then we just fell asleep together and when she came home she didn't wake us up... she just let us sleep together. I don't think that she has any idea what that meant to us. That was literally always our wish for the past two years. When I left and woke up the next morning in my bed, I was morbidly depressed.
Any advice? Help?