The boyfriend and I have been seeing each other exclusively for the past couple of months, and I have been very happy, to say the least. In particular, I’m glad I met him when I wasn’t in such a depressive state, which makes me believe in happy coincidences.
See, when I was depressed, I didn’t really want a relationship. I liked going out on dates, but wasn’t down for anything serious. I couldn’t even take care of myself then – how was I supposed to manage a relationship?
A little while before Tony came into the picture, I was doing much better than the last couple of years. I no longer harbored suicidal thoughts, committed self-harm, or cried myself to sleep every day. In short, I was in the better stages of recovery from a protracted depressive episode.
It really irks me if (when) people are going to assume that I “got over” my depression just because I have a boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, he makes me really happy, but I had to overcome a lot of bouts with my self-doubt, insecurities, and general unhappiness to come to a point where I could be in a healthy relationship. I got through that shit single, motherfuckers. I relied on my family and friends to help get me through. I didn’t become magically cured when I found a significant other.
I’d like to hear about your stories with relationships and mental illness – if you, or anyone you know, have any good stories, please comment below!