My husband still has no idea, no empathy, no understanding of depression. Granted I never discus it with him, but still. I have in The past and he just doesn’t understand or get it. My house is not cluttered, dirty, etc. but I do get lazy with laundry, which he has never done in his life. He literally screamed and yelled this morning over socks. In fact I find his socks under the bed, on the floor in the living room etc. then I was screamed at because his other work pants weren’t clean when he has 3 folded pairs I put in his draw today. Yea, not the color he wanted. 
We have some major financial obstacles right now and a ton of stress going on. My depression is at an all time low right now or should I say high. It’s really bad. I’ve struggled for years but the past 3 years have been incredibly gut wrenching. Everyone is lucky I leave my bed at this point and I only do it so I’m not yelled at. If I could sleep all day everyday I would gladly do so.