Why is it that when ever I am the most depressed and can't do anything but lie there and let tears run down my face, I can't ask for help, let alone tell anyone how bad I am feeling? I am so ashamed of being BP that none of my family, other than my husband, know. Most people that know me just think that I am really bad at keeping in touch, when in reality I will have bouts of depression for weeks at a time and not talk to anyone till I am on an upswing again. Anyone have a similar experiance?
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