I don't think anyone who knows me would say I was depressed. I'm a smiler. I get involved with things too - I'm doing loads of volunteering and some studying too and I get pleasure from these things. But when I'm on my own and not focusing on something intellectually absorbing, I fall apart.
I don't open post, I don't answer the phone, my house is an embarrassing state so I don't invite anyone in. I'm filled with feelings of dread, guilt and panic. I can't be bothered to cook. I stay up far too late, often lurking on MN. When the DC are away at their father's I often stay in bed and cry. I have far too little patience with the DC. I have a few friends but I keep them at arms length and I've driven others away by being awful at communicating.
I feel I should go to the Dr but I would smile and joke as I told my tale and would be sent away and told to go for some walks. Also I get myself worked up enough to make an appointment but then bottle it because I know it will be more than a week before I will be seen. I tried recently only to find that I'd been deregistered because I hadn't replied to a letter!