I fear not just other people thinking I am making things up, I fear I really AM making things up. I ended up going to therapy because my MIL kept kicking me in the butt to go. She kept telling me I didn't need to feel horrible for the rest of my life. When I reached a point where it seemed like it was inevitable that I was going to kill myself, I finally went. For what it's worth, therapy has been incredibly helpful for me. It is painful and difficult, but ultimately was very helpful in getting me out of the profound depression.