I've been with my partner, Willis, for nine years. Lately my depression has been getting the best of me. I have a lot of fears and anxieties.
But last night he was depressed for a variety of reasons.
I sucked it up, even though I wanted to go to bed and be taken care of. My form of near-crippling depression is not an easy thing to go through.
I made him a damn egg sandwich, brought him a glass of water and a guinea pig to help him feel better. I felt like a damn American hero. Also, that if what he would have done for me if he was able.
Even during this time of grief and a personal rough patch (where I have not been my usual self) I need to remember that I am not the center of the universe.
Even though I want to be.
I have not been as good a friend, partner or employee as I could be.
And for a little bit longer, I think, that is OK. I just need to make sure not to ignore others in their time of need.
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