(Yes, this topic has come up before - I did search - but those threads are old and stale, so I'm re-starting it.)
I find that one of the hardest parts of being depressed is managing the anxiety of those around me, and one of the hardest bits of that is reassuring them that you're feeling okay, even when you're not.
My family and friends know and accept that I'm depressed, but they really don't like seeing it in action. Sometimes sitting catatonic on the couch and playing solitaire for hours is just what I need to do, but well-meaning people start hovering over me, checking on how I feel and "why don't we play a game of cards to distract you". So, because I love them, I go along and pretend that it's just the thing that I needed.
Great - now I feel like a liar, as well as depressed.
The topic of dark thoughts is completely off the table, except with my therapist, because everyone freaks out, despite my attempts to convince them that ideations are not the same as plans, and my thoughts of self-harm are really, really annoying but not scary (at least to me).
Really, I'm getting so weary of this charade on top of everything else I'm trying to manage.
It's all for love, but it's a burden anyway.