I have always been very open about my struggles with depression and anxiety. My family, friends, and students know they can come to me. However, I realized last night that I don't really have anyone to talk to. My mother has always been my go-to in the past when the demons start to pop-up again, but she has enough on her plate lately. With kids and spouses, all of my friends are busy. We haven't really talked in a while, and I feel awkward contacting them out of the blue for help. I'm not suicidal or anything. I made an appointment to up my antidepressant dosage, but I can't get in until the beginning of June. In an attempt at self-help, I signed up for an exercise class tonight. I just feel lost, tired, detached, overwhelmed, short-tempered, and guilty. My husband is great, but I know he's unsure of what to do or say. My house is a constant mess (which doesn't help with my anxiety) and bills are getting paid late (another anxiety trigger). It's exhausting trying to keep my "game face" on for my children and students. I know they can sense that something is up though. So, this group is kind of my only avenue for help at the moment.