Tomorrow morning my housemate is going to therapy for me. This is good because she definitely does not understand depression as a disease process and thinks I should just snap out of it. I am very stressed about this because I don't know what to expect. I've talked to my therapist about her coming in for some education so what I do know is that there will be that but I'm otherwise extremely anxious about what else might come up. My housemate has eluded to there being more that she wants to talk about but won't tell me anything in advance. She's said thinks to me that have hurt regarding me not wanting to get out of bed and do things. She is the biggest component of my support group so it's really important that she understand. I have been struggling the past few months and it has been exponentially getting worse. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist coming up so I'm just trying to be hopeful about that. But I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle tomorrow. Has anyone else done this with a housemate/roommate/friend? Any advise on how to handle this so I have a prayer of going to sleep tonight?
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