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No One Would Miss Me If I Disappeared
Lately, I have been trying to support a loved one through a really difficult wave of depression. Nothing seems to be lifting them up and they refuse to seek professional help, so their options are limited.
It can be hard to watch someone drown when they refuse to grab a single raft within arm’s reach.
They do not believe in depression, even though they are exhibiting many of the telltale signs, so they are not willing to utilize the resources to aid with depression. I try to weave the techniques, tools, resources and tactics which have worked for me in the past into our regular conversations, but it can be hard to watch someone drown when they refuse to grab a single raft within arm’s reach.
I love them but cannot live for them.
It can be tiring and some days, I simply cannot be leaned on because I too am in need of my own support.
Those are the days where I do miss their phone call, am not as quick to text back or invite them over for a cup of coffee and a chat. I have established healthy boundaries and do not feel bad saying…
