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Thank you for holding it all together. Thank you for not doing anything I would regret. Thank you for believing in me.
I realised that I didn’t need my friend’s advice. I didn’t need him to act like a therapist. I actually knew what to do. But it wasn’t the point. The point is, it’s hard to battle mental illness alone.
I’m depressed. But I’m grateful I have writing because otherwise how else could I be so completely myself and feel understood even just by putting the words out there?
We all have external and internal lives, and no one should assume they are always in sync.
I’d always been good with my alone time and being myself so this episode really freaked me out. It was intense and kept spiralling. I couldn’t even function properly in my day-to-day life as I was constantly distracted, overwhelmed by anxiety and fatigue.
No one says it’s easy, but on the very bright side, I get to design a life I want to live. I get to make every little decision of where I want to go from here.
I used to be in love with a hipster European boy. He was everything I wasn’t (and still am not). He rode a bike to work and around the city.
Days like when you wish you could just vanish because you feel like you’re nothing, for nothing — they are unbearable. Days like this — they are eating you away. Days like this — they are killing you before you even have to kill yourself.
I know depressed is not me. I’m so much more. That being said, yes, I can be depressed. It’s a truth that sometimes I’m convinced it’s best if I kill myself. What can I say? This is what I’m dealing with on a daily basis. It’s part of me.
After all, it must start from somewhere and I decide that it starts from me, today.