Relationships during and after depression
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 11:07 pm
"After depression" isn't entirely accurate, as mine seems to be lifelong thing. I've had my severe major depression relatively managed for about six months now, though, more so than it's ever been.
I began my current relationship six and a half years ago, soon after I'd finished undergrad school. I was in a decent place then, having been on my first run of antidepressants for a little over a year. Since, I've been on and off several medications, all of which did little more than make me apathetic to most everything: my grad school prospects, my job, my future. I got mired in a retail job I hated, and as years passed, further schooling became less and less of a possibility. Yet, through all of it, I kept up with this relationship. We had some things in common, he accepted me for who I was, and it was my first relationship ever. He told me he loved me about a year in, and I said it back, and after some serious shit involving him almost dying, I said yes to us moving in together.
We've been living together for a bit under two years now. At the beginning of this year, after my depression had gotten bad enough that I was seriously considering suicide and having dangerous delusional thoughts involving hurting others, I made the decision to get real help from an actual psychiatrist. A handful of months after he prescribed my current meds, I made almost a complete 180. I'm now in grad school, working toward a degree I can actually do something with, and I feel like a different person.
I don't know that my boyfriend and I are compatible any longer.
He certainly changed too, after his near-death experience. He calmed down a bit, I guess I'd say. He doesn't drink nearly as much as he did, though he smokes weed almost constantly these days. He also went back to school, working on getting his undergrad degree in biology. He talks about wanting to travel, to see the world, which I'm totally on board with. But he also talks about wanting to move away from people, wanting to live in the middle of nowhere, when he knows I'm a city body. We don't go out much, partly because he doesn't like being around people. Really, he's become more like I was during the early part of our relationship. And now I want to go out, to experience things, but having spent so much time in a depressive state, I've done well at shutting out most of my old friends. He's about all I have. That's not healthy.
I hate the thought that I've wasted six years of his life with me while I was wasting my own. And I do care about him. It's just... since getting healthier, I see differences between us that also exist between my mom and dad. And if I'm being completely honest, I don't know that my mom is entirely happy. I don't want to end up not happy because I feel guilty ending this long of a relationship. I don't know what to do.
Anyone on here get your depression managed and then realize your relationship might no longer work?
I began my current relationship six and a half years ago, soon after I'd finished undergrad school. I was in a decent place then, having been on my first run of antidepressants for a little over a year. Since, I've been on and off several medications, all of which did little more than make me apathetic to most everything: my grad school prospects, my job, my future. I got mired in a retail job I hated, and as years passed, further schooling became less and less of a possibility. Yet, through all of it, I kept up with this relationship. We had some things in common, he accepted me for who I was, and it was my first relationship ever. He told me he loved me about a year in, and I said it back, and after some serious shit involving him almost dying, I said yes to us moving in together.
We've been living together for a bit under two years now. At the beginning of this year, after my depression had gotten bad enough that I was seriously considering suicide and having dangerous delusional thoughts involving hurting others, I made the decision to get real help from an actual psychiatrist. A handful of months after he prescribed my current meds, I made almost a complete 180. I'm now in grad school, working toward a degree I can actually do something with, and I feel like a different person.
I don't know that my boyfriend and I are compatible any longer.
He certainly changed too, after his near-death experience. He calmed down a bit, I guess I'd say. He doesn't drink nearly as much as he did, though he smokes weed almost constantly these days. He also went back to school, working on getting his undergrad degree in biology. He talks about wanting to travel, to see the world, which I'm totally on board with. But he also talks about wanting to move away from people, wanting to live in the middle of nowhere, when he knows I'm a city body. We don't go out much, partly because he doesn't like being around people. Really, he's become more like I was during the early part of our relationship. And now I want to go out, to experience things, but having spent so much time in a depressive state, I've done well at shutting out most of my old friends. He's about all I have. That's not healthy.
I hate the thought that I've wasted six years of his life with me while I was wasting my own. And I do care about him. It's just... since getting healthier, I see differences between us that also exist between my mom and dad. And if I'm being completely honest, I don't know that my mom is entirely happy. I don't want to end up not happy because I feel guilty ending this long of a relationship. I don't know what to do.
Anyone on here get your depression managed and then realize your relationship might no longer work?