Hi. I've been struggling with depression for half a year now, and it's my second one. My psychiatrist diagnosed me with recurrent depressive disorder, I also have borderline personality disorder, anxiety and attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. I'm taking antidepressants. I got a bit better at first, still lacking energy and will, but now I'm spiralling down again. I sleep all the time, work makes me suicidal, I don't want to do anything really. I don't want to eat - I weighed 64 kilos before my depression, I weigh 46 now. I am 170cm tall, so that's pretty bad. I scheduled another appointment, but it's in March.
I'm almost used to this kind of feeling, although tough, I can cope with that. But I have a girlfriend, who I didn't have back when I had my first depression. It makes things much harder. We've been arguing a lot now that I have depression. I can't support her, I can't see her very often, so she's understandably upset. I'm trying to do my best, but it's not enough.
Sometimes I really want to be cared for. I want her to come over, to bring me fruit, to just be there for me, but I guess I'm a man, and depression is not really that big of a deal to make a fuss out of it anyway. But I can't shake off the feeling that she doesn't care about me feeling bad.
I know I'm pushing her away a bit as well, as I don't want to inconvenience her, but the last time I shared me struggling with suicidal thoughts, she said I upset her, and that was the end of the conversation. Note that I am splitting on her, since I have borderline, and I've been seeing a lot of negatives, and not a lot of positives, so the situation is more nuanced than that. She most likely has her reasons.
Still, I feel abandoned. She's out there having fun with her friends, and I am stuck at home, not having enough energy to get out of bed.
I feel like I'm drowning. When the wave comes, I am overwhelmed with grief, It's like I'm choking on my own emotions. When the wave leaves, I am left helplessly flapping about, out of breath, hoping the wave doesn't come again - it always does. People try to drag me out of water, but I slap their hands away, and they are forced to see me not-die again and again.
I feel guilty saying all this, I shouldn't feel this upset, there are much harder things to deal with than this. But these relationship problems along with my depression have been weighing on me, and I don't think I can keep going for much longer.