Starting all over again

It's been a while since my last post.  Really, a lot has happened in my unexciting life.  

I had been thinking that my depression was getting better, but it turns out I was wrong.  I did feel better, but after many discussions with my therapist and my doctor, it seems like I believed I was getting better because I wanted to be getting better.  I wanted to be able to tell my husband and those around me that I was making progress, so I believed that I was.

Nothing wrong with that, you might think.  So did I, until I could feel myself slipping backwards.  I began by feeling a bit flat.  Kind of, well, blah, really.  Then I started feeling sad a lot of the time, for no real reason.  I noticed that I couldn't feel happy, even when something good happened.  I didn't feel excitement.  I didn't laugh.  I brought this up with my doctor and she suggested that we change the medication I was on to a different type.  

I've detoxed from the first medication and now I've started the second.  I haven't had any strong side effects other than being much more awake than before and having developed a ravenous appetite of an evening.  Hopefully this makes an actual difference in the way I feel and perceive my life.  For the moment, I'm starting the entire treatment system over again.  At least I've got a few methods to help me deal with my day to day life.

I haven't told my parents yet.  Or most of my family.  Really I've only got my husband and my best friend to talk to about this.  I would like to tell my parents and my in-laws, but it's finding the right moment and just beginning the conversation.  I don't mind talking about it - I don't feel ashamed that I've got this disease - I just don't want to make them feel uncomfortable I guess.

Why is it that I can discuss my problems and issues with those I barely know, but I keep the people I love the most completely in the dark?