No matter what I do I can’t seem to shake the thought that I am damaged goods, so no wonder I feel very low. I find myself asking why is he with me?

It’s different with your family; you know they are always going to be there for you.

But when I feel at my lowest about myself I sometimes wonder why he hangs around. I often feel like a burden to him. It is hard for me to even try to relate to how he may be feeling because I’m in such a mess within my pit of depression.

When I’m not feeling so bad, I do try to understand how my depression affects him because I know it does. I know it can’t be easy for him trying to understand how or why I feel the way I do.

Honestly, I would do anything to have a more normal life; a life with normal worries and problems. I hate that my depression and mood swings do rub off on him, but I can’t just snap out of it when I know he is coming to see me.

I wish I could shelter him from all of this; I suppose if I did then I would never know if he truly loved me for the person I am.