I'm sure that my T doesn't understand the depths of my depression now. He didn't tell me I looked better today, but he just can't seem to wrap his brain around how I can function, talk, even laugh some, and still say I am horribly depressed.

Years of experience with masking it is how I do that. I left session today feeling even more depressed.

Guess it's time for a little heart-to-heart with T. I've got to get him on the same page.