[Smileonmyface]

so i talked to my mother today. we ended up talking about estrogen cream because i just got prescribed one by the obgyn for dryness. she was saying she uses a ring that costs more but it's better, and i was saying i wasn't going to buy the stuff until i decide if it's even worth it because most of the problem is the depression. she blankly said she didn't see how the two were related. i said depression causes me to have no sex drive (why was i talking to my mother about this anyway??) she doesn't really get it.

i feel like when i try to talk to some people, my closest family members, really, parents and husband, about mental illness and depression a wall goes up. it's like they hear the word depression and i've become an attention-seeker making up stuff to fuel my imaginary "condition".

i know they don't see it as real. i know a lot of people probably don't see it as real. hence the stigma. i hope they don't ever have to know how real it is.

[Fuzzybear]

It’s real. It’s as if these people put down an old fashioned shop front. Thud.

[Smileonmyface]

Originally Posted by Fuzzybear

It’s real. It’s as if these people put down an old fashioned shop front. Thud.

that is the perfect way to describe how it feels.

[Candy1955]

yes, both of you are right, i only talk here and to my dear sister. she understands. otherwise i am alone. my husband tried to tell me how awful i am tonight, and i swear i bend over backwards not to talk about myself at all to him. so when he started this crap i just told him i don't care, i don't CARE, I DON'T CARE. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but sometimes i really don't care; I just need to take care of me or my grip will get even weaker. They don't know.