The worst for me is keeping everything hidden from my 16-year old son. I pick him up from school every day feeling like crap, but I can't say anything about it. Being in the car is an opportunity to interact with him, but we usually drive home in silence because I am so depressed. I think he knows that not all is well with me. That I am isolated and frustrated with my work situation and feel like a total failure in life. But he told me the other day that I am the heart and soul of our family, which really surprised me.