Why does no one talk about depression? Why do we avoid the "uncomfortable" conversation about mental health? Is it really that uncomfortable? Or do people find it scary because they don't know what to say?

Yes, I'm depressed. I have PTSD, social anxiety, mild agoraphobia, and insomnia with occasional bouts of hypersomnia.

Lately, the depression has been getting worse. I'm tired. Mentally, emotionally, physically wiped out. I feel like I'm drowning. I haven't stopped taking my meds. I am seeing a doctor, though I should probably see a counselor.

Mostly, I think I just need a break. I'd love to go somewhere where no one knows me. Where I don't have to worry about finances, or what to cook, or if I even have the groceries. Somewhere where someone else does the cooking and the cleaning. Somewhere like... an assisted living center.

How early can you move into one of those? I think I'd be cool with 3 square a day that I don't have to cook or think about. Tottling down the hall to put the puzzle together with the other old ladies. Maybe one of them could teach me how to crochet better.

Anyway, I'm depressed. I'll be ok eventually, but there it is. Right now, I'm not ok.