I think that depression can do that to people. It can isolate you in this small, sad, painful world of unreality.

And then, the depressed person starts to feel really alone, and sad, and despairing, and then when he pops out of that for a moment, he reflects on his prior feelings and feels like he is crazy. And the cycle repeats.

A depressive spiral is one of the most tormenting things I have ever experienced. I'm so thankful it did not end with my own life.

I hate to admit it, but believing that my therapist cared about me is the only thing that got me through those times. And it's not that it was a therapist, it's that SOMEONE cared. One human being gave a darn about me and my pathetic life.

And ... this makes me cry ... that therapist was one of the first people to act that way toward me in a very, very long time.

So I think it makes sense that someone would want to be special to someone who helped them so much. And it is painful that the relationship has to end.

Hopefully it doesn't end until you've diversified your support network to include people whom are not paid caregivers.