"Have you ever been so unhappy that it feels like your heart is breaking into tiny pieces as you start to cry?"
“Then don’t tell me it’ll all be okay, when you’ve never been through it.”
I’ve never had the guts to say this to my boyfriend, because he thinks he’s helping, and he doesn’t stop going on about something until he thinks he has solved it. I love him to pieces but he just doesn’t and can never understand how much depression hurts. I wish I could put a plaster on and make it better.
One week today no tears, no cuts, no suicidal thoughts, I will carry on getting stronger… Or at least try to.