My depression has gotten a lot worse. I told my partner everything. (He is leaving for a few days) I told him I am unhappy and how even if he is gone I am still gonna be bothered by my family. I told him I never am relaxed mentally and how even if I am physically relaxed I am mentally not. I can’t stop thinking, I can’t deal with anyones stress. I told him I thought about leaving for a couple of days but I can’t leave him here with my family since he would have to hear kids scream and people yelling. Also bc we have cats.. so I can’t honestly just leave and be alone for a few days. I remember the roommates we had before left me alone when my partner would go leave to hang out with his friends for a couple of days and I was able to relax. I just wanna drink or need something to cope to help me relax… I can’t stand it! I am convinced I am never gonna be able to enjoys life at all and live freely like I want. I am always doing things for other people and I never feel like I am appreciated at all for things I do for them. I just honestly wanna just drink until I pass out… I am that unhappy with everything in my life…

My partner has chronic depression and sometimes getting out of bed is a struggle. I took off a couple days work to have a long weekend for our anniversary, and I’m worried about the quality of our weekend. It’s been pretty rainy so we’ve stayed home, it’s very nice out today, but my partner is stuck in bed while I want to go out for a picnic. I’m stuck in my head that these kinds of plans are make or break, and that the weekend will be a waste if we can’t go out. I’m just having a hard time feeling positive when my partner is depressed, and I seek out ways to soothe, these apps being one

I just feel like therapy isn’t working… like I get to talk about myself and understand myself… but I’m already incredibly self aware. My therapist thought I was like 5 years older than I am… and she gives me such basic strategies that do absolutely nothing for me. And a psychiatrist prescribed me with Zoloft… but I don’t know if T want to take medication. I’m scared of side effects… and I’m scared of getting better… I’m scared of letting my guard down. I know it will make me less cautious which makes me less likely to push myself to perfection like I currently do, which I can’t have happen. Every time I talk to my mom about it, she’s always like “Let’s talk about this some other time, I’m busy with other things”, and then never remembers. But in the rare moments we do talk about it, she treats it like I’m signing up to be a drug addict. I also feel very guilty for spending so much of my parents’ money- therapy… medication… etc… and also the idea of my being unlovable is so deeply engraved in my brain… I genuinely, truly believe it. No therapy or medication can fix it. I can’t change my mind. My therapist tells me my misophonia is not a “deal-breaker” and that someone would be lucky to have me as a partner… but then why hasn’t anyone ever liked me? My own FAMILY can’t stand me. How do I believe something I know isn’t true? That’s even harder to accept than me being unlovable. I can’t see someone loving me. And it is so incredibly exhausting to seek love,e I know I cannot have. My sister says, “It will get better with age…” It has only ever gotten worse. To the point I don’t want to get better. It has reached the severity where I feel more safe and successful with anxiety. My past 3 birthdays have been me wishing for therapy. And now I have therpay- and medication, the potential key… and I refuse? Am I too deep in? I cant get out, it’s too late. How did absolutely no one notice how much I had and have been hurting? Why did no one listen to my cries or worries? I feel really depressed and hopeless right now. It takes so much effort to get up every day… I’m so tired.

Lately I just feel like I’m on the verge of losing it and I don’t know why. I feel so uncomfortable in my own body. Physically and mentally. Not due to insecurity but just that something isn’t right… I never feel good, I’m always fatigued, my head hurts all the time, but my blood work comes back fine so doctor’s will do nothing. I have anxiety and panic attacks and recently I guess depression since I’m always down. I have relationship OCD so my partner deals with me not being sure of him constantly and it breaks my heart. I don’t want to leave him because he’s great but half the time my brain is telling me he isn’t the one. I keep counting as well, constantly counting every letter in every word and every word in every sentence… it just feels like I’m gonna go insane one of these days and I’m scared. When I talk to someone about this, they have no clue what to tell me or how to help. Am I alone in feeling this way??