After struggling for the last few years with depression and anxiety I finally decided I need help. I broke down in tears and told my husband I wanted to see a doctor about help with depression. He immediately got mad and said he didn't know how I could be depressed. He told me that it would be understandable if he died , but since not, he must be a horrible husband for me to be depressed. I told him it's nothing to do with him, it's a lot of things I've been holding in and feeling for a while. And our ttc journey over the past five years has really been getting me down. He then said people who are trying to have kids don't go and get depression meds. I don't even know how to take his reactions. . I thought I was doing the right thing and admitting I need help, but it has just created an even bigger problem. We live in his home town which is literally thousands of miles away from my family, and I'm not really close to his family. I have up my drivers license because my anxiety attacks were so bad when I'm alone.