I think I am depressed. I cry at the drop of a hat. I go to extremes as resolutions to problems. I let one misplaced comment from a loved one ruin my day. My dishes sit in the sink for days, my laundry on the table for a week. On the weekends, 10 hours is not enough sleep to chase away the fatigue. I don't want to go to work, and I get frequent headaches. It is now almost 3PM, and I've eaten two pieces of chocolate and 2 pieces of string cheese. And it's not like I haven't been home.

Sometimes I feel like life would be easier if everything would fall apart. I could leave and start over. But why? I have a fiance, a house, and a job that I believe I have stability with, as well as a family that loves me.

But what do I do? Antidepressants would possibly lower my sex drive (which is pretty much nonexistent as it is) or make me gain weight. Neither of those things are options I want to face. But I'm right, aren't I? This is depression? I don't know what else could make me cry for four hours because someone said something they thought was funny (but wasn't).

I need help, but I don't know how to get it. I don't want to see a doctor because I'll just sit there and cry in his/her office. That won't get me anywhere.

Anyway, I'm kind of lost. I'm getting married in two months, and I'm hoping it goes away by then. I'm actually afraid I'll ruin our wedding day...