Depression is not a tangible being that can be outlined by a set definition; it manifests itself in many different ways, for different people, at different times.
I can’t stay away from you. The obstacles are endless for us. Every logical part of me knows that this will end badly, most likely with my heart ripped into shreds, without any possible way to put it back together.
Alzheimer’s is not just a disease that kills the host; it kills their loved ones, on the inside.
The Fixers don’t only use the scrap materials they found in the beginning. They chip away at parts of themselves.
“I need you. I know we haven’t talked and you don’t love me anymore, but please. I need you.”
I can’t pinpoint the moment when my feelings decided to reappear and slap me hard in the face. All I know is that once it happened, there was no hope for me.