God, where to even start? I feel like I'm not strong enough to write this. I'm not even sure I want to say it, because that might make it even more real.
Well, here goes, I guess.
I've been depressed for about seven years now, as I recall.
I have never been diagnosed, but my mother is a psychologist, and I've done a few tests that have somewhat confirmed it.
I guess I don't have to explain it to you, you know how it feels. It used to be a feeling like everything was rotting inside, and now it's just a sense of complete deadness.
Like everything has burned up inside me, like it's burnt ruins and ashes.
I know it sounds like some sh*tty goth poem, but I'm trying to explain it as realistically as I feel it.
Well, here's my problem.
I have been in a serious relationship for three years now, three and a half in August.
So far he has been my strongest wall to lean on, just like he would help me make everything better. And I can't explain how helpful it has been.
He has never made me feel guilty for my self injury and has always tried to make everything alright, like he was protecting me from my own negativity.
And that has helped me immensely; for a while there I was self injury free for over a year.
Recently [for the past few months], I feel like he just... broke. Or like I broke him. Because he's not strong anymore and he's started feeling empty and unhappy for no reason, and for some time now, I have been the one holding the other up.
I have drained incredible strength and optimism from myself in order to keep him from falling down, all the while ignoring my own returning growing unhappiness.
So, the point of this entire thread [I apologize if it's too long], is that I'm not sure if I have much strength left to hold the both of us up. I don't know what changed, but I feel guilty for everything. I always do.
And I wonder, could I have broken him? Was he not as strong as he seemed, and did my unhappiness just eat up the positive energy he was giving me, leaving us both empty and broken?
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, because, while I was alone, I only had myself to try holding up, and later, he was there to help me with it. Now I'm left to fight both of our battles alone, and I would love it if I could, but I'm already drained as it is. I feel so helpless and guilty.
I'm so sorry if this thread was too long and thank you, anyone, if you had the patience to read it. 