Every Sunday night, I call home to talk to my mom. We rarely talk any other time throughout the week. I usually look forward to her calls. We can talk for over an hour. But lately, I have dreaded Sunday nights because I have nothing to say. My life is full of depression and misery. If I tell my mom about my week, I would be close to tears because there is very little happiness. My mom does not know about my depression and I know she would not understand. If I do not call, she would start to worry. I just feel like crying every time she answers the phone though. Today is particularly bad. I guess I have a few hours to figure out what to tell my mom so that she will get the impression that everything is all right even though that could not be farther from the truth.