I've been a bit 'fed up' for months, and accepted I might be depressed a few weeks ago and well, it's a hoot, isn't it. Most symptoms, bar the permanent fix to it. Until last week when I started thinking, 'hmm, wouldn't it be lovely to disappear and not be here and not feel anything anymore'. Now, I'm not feeling like doing anything, but frankly that was a bit too near to the suicidal thoughts bulletpoint on the NHS checklist, and it scared me. I read some great advice in the MH boards that really made sense (permanent solution to a temporary problem and the fact that it's my 'illness' making me feel that way, it isn't real).
My 'D' P encouraged me to talk to him about it at first (a whole week ago!) but now today says he doesn't want to hear another word as it's bringing him down.
Ironically, I've had a better couple of days and was feeling better than I had in weeks. Now I'm sobbing about the fact that I somehow ended up getting involved with someone who does not have the empathy or desire to care for my emotional wellbeing. He's competitive about problems and I believe he is the cause of a lot of mine. I really haven't been THAT bad with my depression. I tend to suffer in silence. But I am lacking in strength to 'leave the bastard'. I really don't know what to do.