I started to cry while driving to work this morning. Then I started to sob. Then I was hysterical and could barely drive.

I had to call T.

I told him that I don't know how much longer I can go on feeling like this. I can't keep up with anything-- my bills are late, my house is a mess, my plants are dead, etc.

All I can think is that he totally hates me. That when he hears my message he thinks, "I can't do anything about this. What the %#@&#! does she want?"

Being depressed is awful. It's like your whole world just stops. And you try to move, you go through the motions... but everything has stopped.