Soooo like 3 days after I sumbitted my doctor's form, my husband decides to tell me that he's depressed and is thinking about going to the doctor. So I kinda had to tell him... I guess it's good that it's all out in the open but it makes me so frustrated that things like that seem so easy for him when it's taken me months of agonising over how to talk about myself to anyone. I guess it's different if you've just realised you've been depressed for the last few months and decide to do something about it vs you know you've been depressed for most of your life and have been too scared to talk to anyone. He's sorry that I "feel bad". It's like he thought that the depression suddenly went away when I stopped cutting. Although I guess that's what I wanted everyone to think. I'm just so tired.
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