So I have depression. Probably anxiety too and my fiancé doesn’t believe in it. He thinks that it is a way for people to get other to pity them. He personally has never experienced it and I find it so hard to take care of my own mental health because i don’t want him thinking I am being over dramatic and wanting peoples pity. I don’t. I never have wanted pity for it. I hate having it. We have been together 4 years next month and a part of me can’t live with someone who doesn’t believe. What happens if I have a bad depression day or week? He gets upset because the house isn’t clean. I get it but fuck man. I want to be actually happy for my kids. It breaks my heart to see these beautiful perfect little beings smiling at me and I struggle to fake a smile because I don’t want them to see me upset and falling apart. I feel like I’m on a constant act.