That was a hard one. Of course, my

That was a hard one. Of course, my husband knew I wasn’t well, but I found it hard to tell him how unwell I really was. I was ashamed of the fact that I couldn’t cope and blamed it on myself. After learning more from the psychologist and later psychiatrist, I realised that I’m not to blame and I started to tell my husband more and more how I felt.That was hard to do, and has caused a lot of emotional upheaval between us at times, but it was necessary. The more I opened up, the more he understood and the more supportive he became. I may make it sound easy, but it actually took years to achieve. We still struggle at times with the fact that we don’t understand each other’s needs but when we take the time and effort to express to each other how we feel, we always seem to work it out.I was very lucky that I had some very good friends whom I could confide in when I started feeling depressed. I will be forever thankful for their support and kindness. I have to say that even though I have wonderful friends, it is great to be able to talk to people who have experienced depression as well. Feeling depressed is such a hard thing to explain to someone. People with similar experience just ‘know’ and that makes me feel ‘normal’ and accepted.What I got out of confiding in other people is the knowledge that no matter how I feel I will still be accepted for who I am. That was so powerful. It allowed me to be me, dark clouds and all. I didn’t get that response from everyone though. Some people simply didn’t understand. That was okay too as long as they weren’t negative towards me.