A very big part of my depression, that goes back as far as my memory takes me, is that I am so different that I am an anomaly. In the deepest part of my depressive moments I felt this to be "bad" (when I was very young), despised (in my later childhood), and ultimately just desperately alone. When my most negative emotions came about later in life, I felt that I should be destroyed as unfit for existence. We know what that can take us to when it goes far enough. I have had to build upon my own learned self-worth and a re-evaluation of what it me to be human. This has taken me far from my family and most of my friends. I am by myself most of the time now, outside of work, and I take a new interest in just trying to get by, past my worries and fears, with the knowledge that I can be a fine person. We just have to try and let that be enough for the next day to come. Does that sound lonely, yes, it is, but in some form I think it is special to be somebody that can make it to the next step.

Congratulations! You were very wise, @parus, to not expect them to understand and to free yourself from their influence in your life. It is a tough thing to do, but certainly worthwhile.
Peace of mind is always hard-won, isn't it?