I (19M) hate my parents. It has nothing to do with the way they've treated me, or anything they said to me, or any punishment they gave me. The issue is that they're responsible for the worst thing that ever happened to me: they gave birth to me.

I have a genetic condition that causes me a lot of physical pain. Mix in a hearty dose of depression, a sprinkling of anxiety, and voila! The perfect recipe for a miserable life.

I recognize that there are some ways that I'm actually pretty lucky. I have a kind family and a stable economic situation. I don't have many friends, but I do have one that I feel really understands some of what I go through (she also has a disability). Due to my condition, I still have to live with my parents, but I'm able to go to college, and I have a comfortable setup at home. Still, it often feels like the cons heavily outweigh the pros.

Right now, I'm not in a great mental space, and I've come to resent my parents.…