Love when depressed: Do you know what it’s like to be in love when you have depression? People say that we need to love ourselves first and everything else will fall into line. But you know what? This is easier said than done, especially when you are someone dealing with depression every minute and every second of your life.
Depression can greatly change the way you view the world.
It is unlike grief or sadness, which you can eventually get over once you give yourself the time to process the emotions. Depression is a mood disorder, that comes along with a number of symptoms and negatively affects the way we think and feel about things around us. It’s not easy being in love when feeling depressed.
What It’s Like To Be In Love When Depressed
Love with depression: Only people who suffer from it know the amount of negativity it brings. I was unaware of this disorder until it hit me during my graduation days and entirely turned my world upside down.
I lost all hope of living and never thought I could be writing this.
Depression has been my companion for a long time. I have been on medication, gone to therapy, sometimes I was in a good form, and other times I gave up. Suicidal thoughts have plagued me in my waking life and also in my dreams. It was like going to hell and back.
Throughout this time I have been in a relationship with a wonderful human being who never left my side even on days in which my condition made me reject him. The good part? He never gave up on the hope that one day I would overcome this to be with him in peace. I cannot thank my lucky stars any more than how much I already thank you for getting him by my side.
So what it’s like loving someone with depression?
There were days in which I would totally abandon him, withdraw within my own shell. He could never demand anything from me, knowing how much this silence meant to me. There were lots of moments when I would feel overwhelmed for no reason, my eyes brimming with tears. He would simply look into my eyes, not ask a thing, pull me closer, and put me in his embrace.
Some days, such intense feelings from him would drive me crazy. I got hypersensitive to any trivial mistake on his part. Anything he would say, I would take it personally and feel extremely hurt. I forgot he was a human being too.
And at times, I would push him away, from the guilt of not being able to reciprocate what he deserves. So many thoughts used to crowd in my mind, totally overbearing me with emotions. After all, loving someone with depression is not that easy.
It was like, hanging on the edge of a deep cliff, holding on to each other, not letting go. Once we let go, everything will fall apart.
I know, all this deeply scarred him, upset him, but I wonder what kept him standing by me. He never lost a chance to remind me how much I mattered to him, how much he valued me, how much he loved me.
Even when being with me was like living life on a roller coaster, he never complained about how miserable I was. But I certainly ended up doubting him, and his love, because actually, all I was doing was doubting myself, my worth, my value.