My Mom, who suffers from depression too, has always told me about my depression that it's just a phase or it's something everyone goes through, which is simply not true. She was doing her best to console me (and probably herself), and she still does it, even though I have completely accepted my illness and am on medication, and etc. While it's true that life isn't easy, most people don't spend most moments of every day wondering if they're ok, or if they should live, or if they're worthy of love, etc, etc. That's why it's an illness, and only people who have fully experienced this state or have worked closely with people who have can appreciate the amount of suffering it can cause.

You said you don't tell your therapist about your feelings/thoughts. I know that therapy can be hard, but you can only get out of it what you put into it. Trust me, when you find empathetic ears, it becomes so much easier to share, and you may feel less isolated.

Keep us posted?

RJ