I get that I'm supposed to be giving myself positive messages when things go wrong, like, "Things are tough, but my husband and I can cope," and so on.

But realistically, I can't see one single reason to believe things are going to get better, like, ever. I'll be 58 next month, he'll be 60 in April. I can't find a decent job, he drives 70 miles (3-4 hours per day) to work 10-12 hours a day and we barely see each other anymore. Meanwhile, we are buried in medical bills, even with insurance, and we can't seem to even raise the cash to file bankruptcy--which, in this state will run us around $2500.

Things have been going downhill for us since the crash of 2008, and it looks like we can fall much farther before we hit bottom. We have each other, we have our lives, and that's only for today. Beyond that, we seem to be screwed. It's hard to see a lot (or any) hope on the horizon.

I really am working on my depression. The meds help, therapy helps, but none of it is free, and at some point it seems like it should be OK to just say that things kind of suck and we can't fix them and that sucks even worse. At some point being upbeat just feels delusional.

Can anyone relate?

I mean, sometimes people get depressed for a reason. It's not always like it's just some chemical problem.