I still wake with hope...

Every day I wake up with hope that the day will be better then the day before, but every day is the same... I try to do things different or try something new, but walking around the same hose staring at the same walls it chips at the hope I had when I woke up until I have nothing by the end of the day. I feel like there is no point in socializing when I have nothing to contribute to a conversation more then I am a stay at home mom and nanny with no friends because I am as social as a hermit. I try to be friendly with people but I end up stuck in my own head consumed with all the possible ways this interaction will go wrong. Then people say I only have anxiety because Im depressed when in reality my depression is a direct result of my anxiety. But in truth it is just a vicious cycle bent on drowning me in my own tears and misery... yet I still wake up with hope most mornings....