Relationships and Depression
Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2019 12:29 pm
I have been diagnosed and treated for major depression for 4 years. My meds mostly work, and with the exception of a few rough patches, meds and therapy have largely helped me work through my depression, and set and achieve life goals.
I’m incredibly thankful that I asked for help and got it.
My girlfriend is also dealing with mental illness, though she has put off getting help. We’ve been together six years, sharing this apartment for 4. I’ve grown a little resentful of the experience of her resisting her own impulse for self-care. She leaves out piles of dirty dishes, dirty clothes, piles of trash, negative self talking, expressing unyielding misery and her immediate environment is a reflection of her misery. My immediate environment is a reflection of her misery.
I made drastic changes in my life over the last 3 years: I’ve gotten healthy, exercising daily, not smoking, not doing illicit drugs, doing volunteer work, started a career. I take pleasure in making choices with purpose and fostering the gradual enrichment of myself and those around me. The only problem is that she is constantly undoing my work, messing up our house, wasting time money and energy. I feel like I’m pouring water into a cup with holes in the bottom. This cup, my life, will not be full of the substance of my choosing until she can begin to work on herself.
She’s now spending $300 an hour for therapy, not taking her meds, admittedly doing worse emotionally, and I’m not getting less tired pulling her weight. All the ‘little things’ add up year after year.
At some point, I realized I no longer daydream about us, or our future together. I don’t think of a family, or even what we would be doing together in 10 years. I don’t have any motivation related to shared goals: she doesn’t have goals as far as I can gather from her. She has tapering momentum: she is approaching the zero. This is no doubt the result of her illnesses (ptsd from sexual trauma, adoption, drug use, etc.) compounded by a decade of self-neglect.
I don’t really know where this leads, I just want to say this so someone, somewhere, because I feel like I'm suffocating. Tonight, after working, volunteering, sitting in traffic for 14 hours, i will do housework past midnight, get 4 hours of sleep, and repeat.
I thank god as a gesture, having never believed in such a thing, I know that the medication is the only thing keeping me sane. I cling to it like a blind man grasping for his walking stick.
Where does this lead? I hate this, i really do. I deserve, after so many years of toiling and suffering, my own peace on my own terms.
How can I get that?
Thanks for sharing in this with me.
I’m incredibly thankful that I asked for help and got it.
My girlfriend is also dealing with mental illness, though she has put off getting help. We’ve been together six years, sharing this apartment for 4. I’ve grown a little resentful of the experience of her resisting her own impulse for self-care. She leaves out piles of dirty dishes, dirty clothes, piles of trash, negative self talking, expressing unyielding misery and her immediate environment is a reflection of her misery. My immediate environment is a reflection of her misery.
I made drastic changes in my life over the last 3 years: I’ve gotten healthy, exercising daily, not smoking, not doing illicit drugs, doing volunteer work, started a career. I take pleasure in making choices with purpose and fostering the gradual enrichment of myself and those around me. The only problem is that she is constantly undoing my work, messing up our house, wasting time money and energy. I feel like I’m pouring water into a cup with holes in the bottom. This cup, my life, will not be full of the substance of my choosing until she can begin to work on herself.
She’s now spending $300 an hour for therapy, not taking her meds, admittedly doing worse emotionally, and I’m not getting less tired pulling her weight. All the ‘little things’ add up year after year.
At some point, I realized I no longer daydream about us, or our future together. I don’t think of a family, or even what we would be doing together in 10 years. I don’t have any motivation related to shared goals: she doesn’t have goals as far as I can gather from her. She has tapering momentum: she is approaching the zero. This is no doubt the result of her illnesses (ptsd from sexual trauma, adoption, drug use, etc.) compounded by a decade of self-neglect.
I don’t really know where this leads, I just want to say this so someone, somewhere, because I feel like I'm suffocating. Tonight, after working, volunteering, sitting in traffic for 14 hours, i will do housework past midnight, get 4 hours of sleep, and repeat.
I thank god as a gesture, having never believed in such a thing, I know that the medication is the only thing keeping me sane. I cling to it like a blind man grasping for his walking stick.
Where does this lead? I hate this, i really do. I deserve, after so many years of toiling and suffering, my own peace on my own terms.
How can I get that?
Thanks for sharing in this with me.