What do you do? I can't cope like this anymore. I feel so horribly guilty for no apparent reason, I feel like crying but I can't cry, and I'm full of dread.

I don't know how I'm going to get through the next few days, never mind the rest of my life. It's so hard and it's starting to make me wonder if it's even worth living. I'm not suicidal though, I couldn't bring myself to do that and I couldn't do that to my family. But then that just makes me feel worse, as though I'm imprisoned in this life of pain, a life of absolute hell.

I wish I'd never told my family about my depression, they all treat me differently now and I find myself incredibly irritated around them.

I can't enjoy things. Films, books, games, music, talking to people. I feel like I'm mourning someone's death but nobody has died. I wish I could crawl into a hole and hibernate through the winter.

What do I do?

Sorry if none of this makes any sense, I'm typing on my phone and it's rather difficult. Thanks.