I have a privileged life and I feel guilty about my depression. I have been suffering from depression for several years now and medication is out of the question but therapy has helped. I will be back home and without a therapist for this summer (logistical reasons) and my mental health is going back to where it was. I feel overly coddled at home— though I am grateful for the love I am losing the independence I prided myself on growing. I want to spend more time with my loving family, but at the same time I never want to see them again because they stifle my growth. But I feel guilty for feeling this way. Being home is full of creature comforts and materially and on social media, Im at my happiness. But on the inside, I feel the worst, like Im crumbling. All I long for is my freedom again… but I feel so guilty for feeling this way.