first of all erin, i understand your situation with your mom. i'm 28 now, but from 12-18 i had the worst relationship with my mother because she gave me no comfort whatsoever when i needed it most. i had severe anxiety with panic attacks, which obviously leads to depression. how can you not be depressed when you can't leave your house! i couldn't keep friends. i changed high schools 3 times because people thought i was crazy... when i was 16 my mom sent me to a mental institution for teens, telling them she thought i was going to hurt myself or her...in actuality, she just couldn't handle me anymore and she needed a break. i was only there for a couple of weeks, but it was pretty awful. it seemed like a jail more than anything.
when i was 17 or 18, i was checked into a hospital for taking a bunch of pills. there, i was in with the adults, so i must have been 18...it was way more helpful than the other place. they keep it really structured though, which is probably what i needed..you get up at a certain time, have group and individual sessions, and you eat at specified times. i didn't stay for long, and it wasn't very helpful. but i can see how it could be for certain people.
erin, i know that i don't know your situation, or your mother, but looking back i have to realize my mom was only human. i was awful. and it wasn't purposeful, i just was so miserable and felt like life was hopeless for me, and on top of it i felt sick all the time. so when she didn't comfort me the way i wanted her to, i would throw fits and get into really nasty fights with her. she'd walk out the door and i'd be left there crying my eyes out and screaming. i felt so abandoned. and with friends at that age, they just turned on you in a minute to suit themselves. and honestly, i was always a gifted student, i had lots of friends, and even though i was a little shy, i was a cheerleader for a couple of years and had many boyfriends. i think my mother looked at this surface life of mine and thought it was impossible for me to be as miserable as i was. she took me to a million therapists, i was on a ton of medications, but nothing helped me until i met a young female therapist that really took me seriously. she had suffered anxiety and panic herself, and she helped me to feel not so alone. getting over anxiety is a long hard struggle, but you can do it. i''m a million times better than i used to be, but i still struggle sometimes.
maybe you and your mom could go to see a therapist together, or you could talk to one about you mom and how to get through to her. i know my mom has always loved me, and she thought she was doing the right things for me. "tough love" as they call it is garbage if you ask me. you can't scare someone to "snap out" of anxiety!
i know i've rambled, but my heart goes out to you. my number one suggestion to you is to create a support system. find a therapist you like, someone you trust and respect, and that you feel respects you. it took me a long time, but i think that's really important. maybe, your therapist could find you a group to join as well. most importantly, you need to put faith in yourself. you are your own best friend, as dumb as it sounds. the more confidence you can build in yourself, the easier life will become. exercise as well! exercise helps release stress, makes you feel better about yourself, and can give you a great high. keep yourself occupied. set goals and work toward them. it helps get your mind off other stuff.
and to emma: i honestly think that if you don't experience something yourself, you will never completely understand. your boyfriend doesn't get it. so many people think we all make this stuff up. why we'd do this to ourselves is beyond me. i used to go to the doctors almost twice a month. i'd give anything to wave a wand and have my friends/boyfriends/family experience everything i was feeling. i have the best boyfriend in the world right now. we've been together for almost 7 years and we plan on getting married soon, but he doesn't get it either. early in our relationship my anxiety caused a ton of problems and he didn't know what to do when i was depressed. it's taken a long time for him to know how to comfort me when i need it or to let me be anxious about a particular situation without getting frustrated.
just know that there are many of us out there that know how you feel, and know it's real. you are not alone.