Wishes

I said when I started this blog that I wouldn't allow it to become what the last one was, but it seems like thats what it is becoming again. Oh well, what can you do when its the only thing that plagues you. You would that after graduating with a BA in psychology and hearing countless lectures on depression and everything that it involves I would be able to conquer this and no longer have it bothering me. Yet thats not the situation. My husband seems to think that finishing with school was a good thing and that my mood has improved. But today that is not the story. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have a funny feeling I know what the problem is, and what I need to do - or rather who I need to turn. I think I've known it for a long time, but I am scared stiff. I don't know how to approach Him, what to say, do, or even where to start. I feel like I have gotten off the track and don't know where to get back on. Or even if there is a point of trying. I'm this lost, why not just leave it be? *sigh* who am I fooling? I know I can't do that. I wish I knew what to do...