I find when I'm depressed that the loss of intersction with my husband, dsughters, grandkids. They may not realize it but I am fully aware of what is happening to me but sometimes not what my depression is doing to them.
But I've lived with it for 40 years and since bipolar runs in the family its not hard when my mom was alive. But I'm sure my dad doesn't quite understand. My husband and kids leave to my misery but at times trying to get me to laugh to lighten the load.

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