While I don't really consider myself depressed, I have opened up many times to people about my wish to die and how my life isn't worth living.
No one really understands except you all and a couple others online. It's as if my predicament doesn't fully compute in their heads. Others truly cannot grasp the concept of an illness being chronic. I will be in physical anguish the rest of my life, and they refuse to acknowledge it.
I don't really have any family, so I rely on my boyfriend. Like many of the rest of you mentioned, there is a tendency for people to want to try and 'fix' us. When things don't go according to their plan, they expect us to play pretend forever to shield themselves from negativity.
I suck at pretending to be happy. I have autism for God's sake, so hiding emotions has never been my penchant. Having to consistently bottle up how godawful I feel, besides the occasional, "Hey, I'm in a lot of pain today" is some of the worst emotional torment imaginable.
Because I physically don't have the energy to mask how sick I am, no one wants to be around me. Having several chronic illnesses is the nail in my coffin, because absolutely no one understands what that entails. I've witnessed the ways in which other people talk about me, and it breaks my heart.
I know my bf only stays with me cause he feels like he can't get anything better. I've seen my bf talk about me online to one of his friends, and so many of these damn normies say he should break up with me because my physical health and ptsd don't improve.
In this sort of state, I have to rely on others. When you can't be a positivity oozing fun Ray of sunshine no one wants to be around you! No one wants to believe this could happen to them in the blink of an eye. That they could become sick like me.
So yeah, people treat me like shit for expressing pain.