Does one ever truly recover?

[Kuurachan]

I used to have depression and a sister who had Anorexia. My question is, can I ever recover? It's been about 2 years since then. For a while after having depression, I lost emotions and was like a living ghost around everybody. I didn't cry for months, but even now I barely do, even when I have so much to cry about. My 2nd to oldest sister was in collage and she has always said to toughen up whenever I broke down and wanted help. My mom never believed me when I said I had depression ( I was 11) yet my older sister by 2 years had all the pep talks from my 2nd to oldest sister, since her Anorexia was more believable since it was visible and my emotions were not. I was scared, I was home schooled and had no friends, my mom doesn't ever want to take anybody to the doctor, so I was basically left to sort my own problems out, but with the help of a forest on our property and imaginary friends. I made 8 of them, and it felt nice to have someone to talk to. But unlike being realistic or voices in my head, I knew they were just imaginary and deep down I knew I was just a lonely girl who nobody listened to or noticed. I never had a strong dad, he has always been the kind to pay attention to my 2nd to oldest sister`s things happening in collage, and not really giving a flip about the emotional things that poured from my mouth when I tried to explain. He more or less let the words fly through his head and said something like I was just imagining things( well, yeah, FRIENDS) and at some point I actually made an imaginary family so I could have that always-understanding mother I wanted and that strong, protecting brother, since I never had any brothers. I felt bad about being that way, but nobody in my family would listen to me, so I invented ones who would. After a while, my dreams turned dark. Into a dead world, which even now I can't explain, since there is no other place like them. I've been to each place at least twice and its always storming, though never raining. It's looks something like a nightmare, only nobody gets hurt. In fact, it's very lonely in a way, without barely any people. But what makes them so weird is the fact that when I dream I become fearless and the ideal one to live there. In reality it's the place I would fear the most, being creepy and dark, but mostly dead.
Take for example a beach that I've seen from time to time. It dark and windy and the waves go high up and when you look at them from a building where you can see them, you find the waves are about to come over the building.
Or a time where I tried to escape that place by reaching the top with a big red balloon( ...0_o) and when I got to the top of the sky, I found it was like a box, because I couldn't get through, like it was solid. It's almost like they're made out of my darkest emotions. I have them every night and I never go a night without dreams. I don't know if it's because of the depression that I can never have happy, bright dreams again. I even have a hard time understanding some of the thing I used to. Sure I don't feel sad all the time like I used to, but I feel like I lost things, though I don't know what.