I empathize with you and I feel you are entitled to your depression. After suffering for decades with "stomach" problems, surgeries, struggling with pain, and constant bowel movements after a total colectomy, my only option for improvement was yet another surgery. The ileostomy was a huge step for me, as well as I imagine for scores of others. I wanted to have a "normal" life, but my husband wanted me to hang in there; I could tolerate it if I tried. He was insensitive. I hoped that if I cleaned and worked outside of the home and he had sex often enough, he would be happy. What about me? In short, I was attempting to make up for my shortcomings with him in spite of how miserable I was. I knew that when I decided I just could not take any more pain, sleep deprivation, and numerous bowel movements, and told him I decided on the surgery, he would not be happy. I told him, he would not look at me, and he said, "Well, that's the end of our sex life, the smell and the sounds..." He later said I was making a mistake. With all things considered, I scheduled the surgery for 10/12/10. I moved out before the surgery, realizing I could not make him happy, and he divorced me on 11/22. All the days that we all wish we could just be our old self, trying to overcome the discomfort and then hoping we will not be rejected by people or our loved ones is overwhelming, not to mention adjusting to the physical changes and hygiene is not simple anymore. It is early for me, but I need an antidepressant prior to the surgery; anxiety was over the top. I felt that I failed, I should have been able to accept... we are our worst enemy, but I also feel that I will eventually adjust and will not need the medicine. It is only to help you minimize the depression; it will help you with the changes. It is a daily task for me to reassure myself that this will pass and focus on the positive, and we must go on. Do not give in, and yes, it is okay to have a "pity party" occasionally and cry too. Dear, push yourself to go back to your interests. Good luck.