First, I'm having to get over my own stigma of depression. I mean, "I'm not depressed, tis is normal for me." At least that's what I've said to myself for years. I even had trouble referring to my T as a therapist or psychologist at first, I said "Mental Health Professional." I don't know why. But it's getting easier. And as it does, I'm sharing more with my family. In part out of necessity, I needed some help and had to turn to my brother, so I felt obliged to tell him why and allowed he and his wife to ask any question they wanted.

Now I'm about to tell my other brother, again I feel it necessary. I think he's as bad off as me but he's not seeking help. So I'm going to share where I'm at and what I'm doing to try and encourage him to go to therapy.

As far as professional contacts, some of them notice and have made a comment to me, I just say I'm fine, had a bad day, tired, stuff like that.