"Hopefully she realises how much she really needs you, before you realise you don’t need her"

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I’m driving myself insane thinking about love and life. Nothing fits, nothing it’s even comprehensible anymore. What am I in your eyes now? It’s all gone? The love, is it all gone? I can’t believe it, how can you ignore me like I don’t matter anymore when you’re all that matters to me.. So tell me honestly, don’t you still love me? Or it just died like all the rest of what was once ours?

I can’t stop fucking thinking and dreaming about you. I don’t even want to sleep anymore. I can’t let you go.. and I swear I want it badly.. But I’m just nothing right now.. The person you said you couldn’t stop wanting, despite all things..

So you love me right? Well if that’s love..

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"Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life."