Whenever I'm having an anxiety or depression flare up e.g. like right now, I dislike and otherwise avoid any type of conversation or contact with anyone. I know this is a natural reaction and way of getting through the darkness, but I cant help but feel terrible when this coping tactic, for me, extends to my dad.

 As an introverted male who has an equally extroverted dad, I avoid phone conversations with my dad at all costs when my mental health is suffering. I love my dad very much, and always will, but our conversations can easily last upto an hour and more. They're either good long talks on life or filled with empty information, depending on the mood my dads in. As an extrovert, he can talk for England, and it is at times my worst nightmare as an introvert.

I can't bring myself to explain to him that I can't or dont wanna talk when I'm going through a rough oatch, mainly because I find it difficult to talk to him about my struggles as it is, plus he thinks the world of me; if I was to turn round and tell him I avoid speaking to him when I'm down even though I actually need some help, I'm confident it'll break him. 

Mental health issues suck.