I feel like my Mom hates me.

[Overthought]

My Mother is one of the nicest most loving people on the planet. The number of people she actually hates can be counted on one hand and she tells me she loves me at least 5 times a day. Most of the time when I'm depressed she just seems concerned, but every now and then she gets upset. I don't blame her, I get upset with my self every time it happens. But when she gets frustrated with me, it feels like pure contempt to me. Whenever I hear her slam a door shut or when she just says something completely innocent(except for the tone of her voice), I can't help but imagine her yelling at me(which she never does) about how much she wishes I was never born. My rational mind knows this isn't true, but I always feel it. Now whenever I get depressed, my greatest fear is that she'll be mad at me.