
I have a feeling of ‘I should update you’ nagging at me.
When I was 16, I had a dream. A dream of falling in love. The kind of love that invades every waking thought. My quest to making this dream a reality almost lead me to giving up my soul to marry a modern day Reggie Kray.
Truth be told, I never loved that bastard and I never felt loved, but the thought that one day I might just be his everything led me down a path of self destruction.
I didn’t really know what Love was until I met Mr N. Only now am I learning of the responsibilities of being in love carries. You can’t just walk away.
I would be lying if I said that the last few months had been a bed of roses. I would rather go through several messy break ups than watch the person I hold dear to me crumble. In my opinion, depression and mental health issues are cancer of the soul and because the soul is something we can never replace, it will never be cured of this disease. I see his soul when I look in to his eyes.
No medicine will ever be able to heal the cracks this infectious bastard has caused.
I have tried to run but my legs won’t carry me and my bags will not hold the weight. I want to run because I feel he would heal faster if I wasn’t here. If my dulcet tones could not be heard anymore.
More forefront I can’t bare the pain it causes me. That sounds so selfish, sorry.
Throughout my life, I have always been in control. Even through the really hard times I have always felt I had control of the reigns. Even if perhaps at times I didn’t. This time I don’t. The one thing I have this time is hope. Only thing is, its run out. I no longer can see the day where we are ‘normal’. We will forever carry this burden.
I do believe that we are strong enough to reach the end of our tunnel. I’m just not sure of the state we will both be in when we do eventually get there. There lies my last ounce of hope, that we will reach the end of this and brighter days are ahead.
It’s the days when memories won’t go away that are the hardest. Its days when life was simple that haunt me the most. They are the days that I can’t let go of. I look at him and he is only but a fraction of the person he used to be. Conversation is not what it used to be. I feel that the love we share has grown stronger, but because it had to.
I thought that the light at the end of the tunnel would get a little bigger with each uphill climb we encountered, but it hasn’t. Its now further away than it has ever been. I’m not sure which foot I should put first as I don’t have a best one at the moment.
Mr N did pull me from the depths of despair, but I also had strength myself. I feel sometimes it’s as if he has no fight left in him. I want so much to help him find some. There has to be a reserve hidden somewhere. Where the fuck is the manual?
I love him and my heart just won’t let me give up on him, or myself. I’m just finding this battle one of the hardest. So hard I’ve considered suicide. I’ve lost the will to get up in the morning. It was the flame that I hold for him and my family that pulled me back from that. It’s a selfish thought I know. I can be quite selfish sometimes.
Its hard for me to read that back, as even when I thought illness was going to end me, I didn’t think like that. I clung to hope and belief. The fact that I did think It just proves how mental health issues can infect others. It just feels like, this time my finger tips are not strong enough to hold on. I don’t know how best to approach this. Head on or side on?
I don’t think the doctor really understands the mess we are both in. He has prescribed Mr N a course of CBT. (Cognitive behaviour therapy) That’s no use to him. He needs a professional to pull him apart and help him to heal his wounds that have been covered up over the years. Not someone with painted on eyebrows to show him how to tick bloody boxes.
The deeper he gets into the darkness of depression, the more I follow. I can’t seem to stop myself.
Maybe it me who needs tablets and therapy? Perhaps it’s my wounds that have not healed as i thought and it’s me who has caused Mr N to fall?
I know that time is a healer but I always have been an impatient little bugger. Perhaps there lies the problem.
I’m going to tea tonight with my friend who thinks her life is over because her new job is boring. That’ll cheer me up.
Thanks for listening.
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