It's so frustrating how society has made people with depression feel ashamed because of it and that they're a nuisance. I went about a year and a half before I could tell anyone about my depression. I started with journaling and in the beginning, even that was incredibly difficult. I felt so much like I would be a burden to anyone I told and sometimes I still do. I've become better with saying truthfully how I am to my close friends, but sometimes I backtrack and lie. I hate feeling like a burden, like everyone would be much better off if I keep my mouth shut, even though it'll mean my suffering.