Have you ever wondered what it’s like to love someone with a mental illness? No? Well I’ll share with you anyway.
I know for my parents it has to be difficult seeing their daughter suffer. Cry all the time. Want to die and plain out hate the world. As much as I love my parents I don’t realize how badly I’m hurting them until after I have a huge depression episode, which has happened more frequently these past few weeks.
My friends they worry. They tell me they are there for me. I’m sure when I post sad things they wonder if I’m okay or wonder if something happened.
I think the person it takes the most tole on is my boyfriend. Terry is a Saint. I don’t know how he puts up with everything. I know he hurts when I hurt. He wishes he could fix what’s wrong with me. I know he loves me. I know he cares. I hate that I hurt him. I really do.
I never think about how my depression and anxiety affect those I care about.
So if you suffer from mental illness or anything for that matter, think of your loved ones and how your suffering might be affected those you care about.
Peace and love. ✌🏻💕