He returns with a pair of boxing gloves, holds up a pillow from the couch. “Punch it,” he says. “Beat the depression up.” Crying harder now, I take a pathetic swing at the pillow. It’s not that this isn’t helping; … Continue reading Fighting Depression with Love
You said it was all over, you were going to leave. You couldn’t stand it anymore: the ups and downs, the low self-esteem, the whining. You couldn’t stand me anymore. You didn’t know how you had held on for so … Continue reading The Conversation that Never Happened
Sometimes I wonder if it’s my own fault when I’m depressed. Shouldn’t I have seen it coming? And if I did, what if I had acted differently to prevent it from getting worse? I shouldn’t have crawled back into bed. … Continue reading Is it My Fault I’m Depressed?
I have a bottle containing five Ativan pills, in case of emergency. There are only five because I am afraid that I might try to overdose if I had a month’s supply. I previously had thirty pills, and I became … Continue reading Sometimes You Need to Take the Ativan
The time you stayed up all night telling me stories about your childhood The time you let me cry for hours and didn’t judge me The time you forced me to go to lunch when I was too depressed to … Continue reading All the Times You Saved Me