Functional depression is real. You work, joke, take care of your family, and make other people happy every day, yet mentally you’re drowning in your own thoughts and no one knows.
“Do you still love me?”
“Yes. I never stopped loving you and every time I see you or even think about you, it kills me. I don’t want to be with someone else. I don’t want you to be with someone else.”
I had to look a beautiful, kind woman in the eye, one who would give up the world for me, and tell her that I am still in love with a woman I haven’t spoken to in two years, a woman for whom my death would literally register as nothing at all. The heart is an evil thing.
“there’s still so many fish in the sea” but 😭😭😭😭😭 i want that fish 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭i’ve wanted that fish for years 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭other fish is not the same 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭i only want that fish 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭