Or something else/worse?
Had a really shit few months. Still very stressful.
I have a hugely supportive husband but for some reason I can't bring myself to tell him how badly I feel sometimes.
It's almost like the effort of talking about my feelings is too much to do. Even typing that sentence I'm close to tears.
Thing is I can't tell if I'm depressed as I can enjoy a day out or watching a movie etc.
But then equally I can lay in bed miserable at night and not fall asleep and try and think what the best way to run away or end things would be.
I think in my mind depression means it doesn't lift.
Is it something worse that's wrong with me?