He doesn’t love me enough, you muse, with sadness so crisp that it could turn tears into snowflakes.
Give yourself permission to reject calls and leave text messages unattended. The world won’t die.
Ask the right questions. To your mentor, your coach, or on the Internet.
You’re never really happy. I’m certainly not. That’s a good thing. It means you’re always striving to do better. You hope the next piece will be better.
There’s something ultimately so comforting and refreshing about shared silences.
We idealise romantic love in a way that can be damaging, it creates this fantasy that can’t really be lived up to.
Oh, it sounds terrible that you can’t pay me. I bet you can’t even pay for this ginormous Chai Latte. Quick, let’s run before the bill comes!
The person you love should be able to cater support when you need it, especially when you’re too down to ask for it.
What if my depression will actually intensify due to the 6 month dark, long, German winter?
You always feel you have to be sexy around him.