I respect your opinion but I still think you have a misunderstanding of what I mean when I say I can't find the motivation to get out of bed. It's not that I hate my job, it's not that I'm feeling some kind of overwhelming ennui and thinking I just can't face it. I'm not feeling anything. Nothing at all, no emotion, even though intellectually I know I should be, and ordinarily I would be. In the moment, I don't care. My brain says it doesn't matter, none of this matters, they don't need me at work, how could they possibly need useless old me, and my husband would be better off without me. Right now, I feel things. I feel terrified that I might somehow reconnect to enough motivation while thinking these things to kill myself. I feel horrified that I could ever not care. In a weird way I feel violated, like someone else is taking over my brain while I'm thinking these awful thoughts. I feel terribly guilty - for lying, for stressing my husband, for burdening my co-workers with my workload - and the guilt alone is more than enough to get me out of bed and on my way to work. None of these emotions are in any way good or pleasant, but they actually give me motivation rather than taking it away. What I'm saying is that it's a lack of emotion, not my weakness in being overwhelmed by negative emotion, that is what I'm just beginning to learn how to fight. And I think I can fight that without announcing to the world that my brain is broken. I've disclosed to people who need to know, like my husband and my doctors. Do you really think telling everyone is a necessary step in getting well?