You’re the only one who knows I’m depressed. Not only can you tell by my actions, I’ve told you!! But you just say, don’t you know how blessed you are?? That doesn’t help me. I wish I was brave enough to tell someone else I’m depressed, but I can’t take another person who “cares“ about me blowing me off, or judging me. You get mad at me for not wanting to have sex, and just sleeping all the time. If you’d help me find help, I’d want you again. Don’t you see??
Sometimes I think about breaking up, but then I’d really be alone, and I think that might be worse.
From your broken lover