My friends wouldn’t understand my depression and lately my husband is the reason for it. I struggle with opening up about it because I hate putting my problems on others and most people don’t like talking about depression. 

But sometimes I just want someone to ask me how I’m really feeling. Or see past the happy girl act that I always have going on. I work two jobs and work myself to death and that helps keep my mind off of things but there are still times when I’m alone and my thoughts get to me and I have nowhere to go. I just don’t know what to do anymore.