Intervention?

All of my life, I've struggled. Struggled over coming obstacles, growing up in an environment with tensity around every corner, struggled to impress and improve, struggled with my own mental turmoil and depression...but never with something like this. I have been turned on, completely misunderstood. And now, I am being threatened. My own family refuses to believe there's nothing wrong with me. For the first time in my life, I actually consider myself a happy person yet I am plagued by this black cloud over me. The black cloud is my family and they hover just far away enough for avoidance but close enough for meddling. I have cut out the parts of me that hurt more than they help. Those would be my negative outlook, harsh reactions, and conclusion jumping. But physically, I have cut myself from my aunt, my mother, my father, my sisters, my best friends...all for my personal benefit and development. Being in my mind is so far a dark and disturbing place. I hate myself for having no one, yet am so glad I have broken free. I fear that this intervention they're attempting to stage has nothing to do with fear for my life, but everything to deal with my boyfriend and my personal life. When I was a teen, I made it fairly hard to tell that I was not ok. But when I did divulge and I did come to the light, I was ignored. "Why do I feel like no one cares about me?" I would often ask myself. Because no one knew. And now that it's apparent that I had problems and desperately wanted to die, it suddenly has become a hot topic of family woe and gossip. I can only imagine what types of stories they construct about me. Am I anorexic, on drugs, have a tape worm, being controlled by my boyfriend? Apparently I'm all of those. They try to tell me I'm the fucked up one and I'm hurting them, but did it ever occur to them that they're the reason for my distance? You treated me poorly, so I fled. You didn't take me seriously, you didn't respect me, you didn't care. And now suddenly, when I've found reasons to be happy and a place where I belong, these concerns that should've been there when I was 15 are now surfacing. Honestly, I'm tired of trying to defend myself. People know the truth about who I am, yet they are my fiercest rivals. They provide the backbone for this ridiculous "We need to stage an intervention" bullshit. I'm not killing myself or hurting myself. I'm not telling myself daily that I'm worthless. I'm not smoking crack or shooting heroin or snorting ecstasy on a daily basis. I'm not starving myself for the purpose of being skinny. It was a long and tireless struggle to finally accept that things are out of my control and will work out in the end. Now that I've changed myself, they can't change. They suddenly want to "fix" what's wrong with me. I was abandoned, abused by myself and others, tortured via my own mind, and saved when an amazing, incredible prince charming entered my world. Love is the most powerful cure of all. And yet I'm the evil one, I'm the one they should keep tabs on and make up stories about. I'm the monster and the villain and the dirt all rolled into one. I am not, however, your clay to mold or control. I AM FINALLY HAPPY. Leave me alone or I will leave for good.