all the adults I live with are on antidepressants

and I have been in the past, but no longer am. They are depressed, but I consider myself Unpressed. I've come through to the other side, and I have to say, living with people in the throes of depression is almost as hard as having depression myself.
I need an outlet, and I will do that here. Honestly and openly and I am aware that I won't look like a saint or rational or helpful or even at all caring at times. But I need to be honest somewhere.

I used to keep a diary, and was always worried someone would find it and read it, this time I no longer care who finds it or reads it and that helps with the honesty.

Let's see how it goes.