I have this unhealthy need for the happy people to understand. A lot of times I am just very open about my depression because I don't care who knows and I want to promote understanding and reduce stigma. But I often open myself up for a big argument with someone who is not capable of understanding. Its a double edged sword. Especially with my family. I want them so bad to understand and my siblings are uncomfortable about the whole topic it seems to me so they avoid it. I ran into this over Easter.

I do think the more open we are the more people are willing to learn and try to understand. Of course they will never truly understand. And I have to be very careful with my expectations. Risky business.

"Man's biggest source of unhappiness is expectations." I always believed that saying.