Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I was living an illusion that I hada family, loved ones who understands me or who are willing to understand me. But it’s not true. As a kid, I could never understand why people behave in a certain way… that remained in me even when i grew up. I know me and I understand me but I don’t understand people around me. I always had difficulty in that. I tried being social. I could do that but at the end I still couldn’t understand how to react in certain situations like when people cheat or lie or on purpose makes huge mistakes. I always react to stop them.
But now I know they consider me crazy.
To add to it, they know I have mental illness of depression and anxiety
The medical diagnosis has given another reason to people in my life to take me as a crazy person.
They make me ask me “if I am really crazy?” It feels like they want me to believe it that I am crazy.
It is disheartening when is comes from the people whom I love and consider as my family