Been feeling this recently- in a happier time I agreed to go to Mexico with my sister ( I know, poor me), but now I''m very depressed and I'm terrified to leave the house and family. I cry about it everyday. I want to be strong enough to go, but I'm scared that I'll keep with the depressive episode and make everyone miserable. I"m devastated that my life is so driven by this hidden illness. I'm tired to being anxious- I want to be free and have a good time. Any thoughts or advice?