She is sensitive to my depression. She urges me to keep taking the medication and to get into therapy. She is right. Sometimes it feels like I am two people struggle over one body. There is the confident, happy intelligent me and then there is the shy, isolated depressed me. I often find it is hard to remember what it feels like to be depressed when I'm not and it is hard to remember what it is like to feel happy when I'm depressed.

I'm going to keep myself safe. I know going down that road isn't the right choice. Maybe it is ok she is the glue that keeps me together. I guess we all need something to live and fight for.