Well for a first-time post you did an excellent job.
Hon, in reading your words i genuinely believe it would be good for you to learn more about depression.
Like, depression will sometimes manifest as anger or irritation; did you know that? Ever get in a bad mood and you don't know why (i hate when that happens); that's Depression.
I read about one study, where they had different groups of people sitting at different tables, and i forget what they asked the people to do. But the point is: it's been physicaly proven that Depression disrupts your ability to concentrate or to think clearly. There's a lot of aspects to Depression that most people don't know about.
Depression has cost me friends, and also potential friendships. That's not to scare you it's simply the truth; and if we know the truth then we're prepared, some things will still hurt but it won't hurt as bad.
How you tell someone depends on their personality; you find something they like and find a way to....connect it to what they like, kind of like a story. Or you can simply be straight forward and logical if that's how their mind works: I have an affliction, this is what it is, this is what it looks like.
I had a really nice doctor, and sometimes i knew he was going to ask me how i am and i was too depressed to describe it. So i'd bring a poem i'd already written about being depressed. And when he asked me, i just handed him the paper.
It's not about whether he liked poetry or not (i don't know), but i know that in some of my work i have described what it's like when i'm depressed, and anyone who reads it can understand it.
(A long time later i found out he kept all my poetry; and one day he was asked to speak at this big medical conference, he took some of my work with him and he read it there -i thought that was way cool)
Another time, i knew a girl and she wasn't an artist but i guess sometimes she just felt like drawing. She showed me this really simple drawing, just regular pencil on paper; and the sketch showed a young woman with long hair sitting on the ground with her knees bent, her arms folded on top of her knees and her head resting on her arms. She was sitting on the flat surface of a tall, skinny spire of rock -and there was nothing else around her, no other rock or cliffs, nothing else in the picture. It was awesome -i looked at that and thought: that's exactly what it feels like when i'm depressed.
Don't think it's a test that you're going to pass or fail, 'cause it's not. There's going to be people who will stick by you, and there's going to be people who won't. That's just reality.