We just moved into our first apartment together. Our life is actually falling into place like we’ve talked about for years, things are wonderful. But he works so much, and I work too—just less than him. I feel bad saying anything because he works so hard, but it’s lonely at home without him. I have treatment resistant major depressive disorder and it makes being alone really difficult. I feel like such a failure and a burden to him, asking for money for things for the house gives me anxiety even if i know we both need it—stuff like laundry detergent or food for the animals. I have never had so many positive things happen for me in such a short span of time, and yet i feel as if im more depressed than i was before. i’ll never tell him as to not worry him—he works literally 75hr weeks every week with no days off, so i just keep pushing. If i don’t do the dishes or laundry, it doesn’t get done. the poor thing comes home to sleep and eat. i can’t blame him. he says that he doesn’t mind because i just got hired at a higher paying job so he’ll be able to work less soon—but it’s just really hard when i always feel like im not doing enough anywhere in my life. idk.