"the yuck"

I haven't really felt like writing much of late.  Or rather I have, but 'the yuck'  (aka the depression)  has been so strong of late, my writing would mostly be a long string of self-pity.  Some of it is real, some is not.  It's hard to know where the line is some days. Those days I tend to say even less than normal. 

But how do you admit to folks you need them to reach out without sounding like you're begging for attention?  Like you're pouting?  Calling to chat is near impossible, and I know at times I just try too hard and drive people off.

So usually I just stay silent.