Sometimes but not always, and telling someone this can make the problem work. Currently I am 9 months pregnant, so I can't exactly start a new job right this second... But have plans too shortly after my son is born. I digress. My fiance has been supporting me for about 10 months now. Granted, I don't ask for anything besides food and toiletries, but he takes care of that for me. He has never complained about it but I'm not stupid. I know he wants help. I've had multiple jobs in the past three years. I had one job where I worked alone, and I loved it. I didn't have to deal with people, and I did a great job. Those people saw me doing such a good job, that they wanted to move me to manager. I was scared. Didn't think I was good enough. Me? Manager? I don't even know what I'm doing.... Ill fail. They'll regret promoting me. I quit. I still feel terrible about it to this day. My anxiety and self doubt eats me alive. I want to work. I want to cook a nice meal for him when he gets off work, but I fucking can't. Right now I'm in bed most of the time because I have gestational hypertension and SPD (symphesis pubis dysfunction), but before that it was because I couldn't fucking move.

I would lay in bed for hours until I almost pissed myself because I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom. Telling me to just do it was like telling someone to pick up water with a pair of chopsticks. My mental illness is not an excuse, it's a catalyst. We couldn't afford for me to see a psychiatrist before I got pregnant, but now I have a treatment plan in place post partum, via my primary care provider. I'm glad they took my word for it instead of giving me zoloft again for the 30th time. The only medication that has worked for me in the past isn't safe for pregnancy, and ssris do nothing for me. I've tried them all. It's been hard, and I feel utterly worthless. Like I contribute absolutely nothing to anyone's life. It's hard. But you know what, having someone who hasn't made me feel even more worthless for it has helped. I can do this. I just need some more help than I wanted to admit. I can work, I can keep a job, I can and want to contribute. I just lacked the necessary tools.

The whole point of this is, depression can often come across as being lazy and it can seem like people are making excuses for themselves. Please be really careful about who you share that opinion with, though. You never truly know just what someone is going through. Sometimes they don't either. And sometimes it's really not as simple as "rising above it". Sometimes that is too hard to do on your own.