A few years ago I had dreams, I wanted to make something out of my life. I was depressed but I genuinely believed that I could turn myself around and be 'happy', now I longer feel that way, It's like I've given up. I hate it because I make my family unhappy. I can hide my unhappiness when I'm around my friends, but not when I'm with my family. My depression makes them depressed, and hence I stay away and avoid contact with my family.