A difficult reflection

These last 600 days have been the most toughest period of my entire life. I have cried my eyes out, felt miserable, sat like furniture for days on end & contemplated committing suicide. This all happened around my folks at home, never did they ever came up to me ask : what is brewing ? how am I feeling ? how can they help me?
Although parents are hard wired to love their kids but is parental love only about providing for things ( external ) or look under the facade ?