I tried to tell my father today about how I'm feeling and that I'm beginning to slip back into depression. Didn't tell him that much actually, just that some negative thoughts were back and that I've been feeling kind of low lately. And my God did I feel bad afterwards. I felt so selfish trying to tell him how I'm feeling knowing he can't really do anything about it and that he would only now worry more about me again.. I feel like I'm running out of options here.. I can't talk to my family or friends because of this guilt. I can talk to my psych, but all he'll do is change my medication again, and who knows if thats gonna work (the medication that I'm on now worked for 2 months or so and now squat..) . I've read somewhere that after your 3rd episode of depression, your 90% likely to experience a 4th and chances of having another episode just increases after that. So does that mean I'm going to struggle with this for the rest of my life? What will that do to my family? How am I supposed to get my shit together if I know I'm basically assured of having another episode? Everyone keeps telling me that this is a temporary problem and if I can get over this I can do anything. Their expectations of me are wearing me down. What if this is my life and I'm not going to get better?