WARNING: This is an extremely sensitive and personal topic to me, but I feel compelled to share it anyway. Please be judicious with your comments.
I struggle with depression. Some days are better than others; some weeks are better than others; some months are better than others; some years are better than others. I think you get the point. Most of the time my depression doesn't bother me too much. It certainly almost never affects my daytime life. (Who can let it with four little ones to take care of?) For whatever reason quite recently it has become very difficult to bear, particularly in the evening/nighttime hours. I find myself wasting hours on end on the computer just so I don't have to face the dark and cold loneliness. (Lest any of you jump to the wrong conclusions: my relationship with my husband is wonderful. This is just my perspective of my spirit/soul.)