This is my heartbreaking story of falling in love with someone who battles depression. It’s candid, I’m vulnerable, but the truth will set me free. More
It was the worst of times, and the best of times. Charles Dickens penned the byline for my life decades ago, and yet it was true. I’ve dealt with loss, my husband died, then Mum and Dad died, and in the midst of so much turmoil I decided to live life to the fullest, to dare to chase after love again.
Ray found me online, we connected, and in a very short period our emotions grew in intensity. We were in love, and then tragedy struck my life with two harsh death knells. I should have been grieving for my parents, but instead I’d fallen in love with a man who suffered with depression and anxiety, and I was driving across the country to be with him.
He was gentle and sweet, we made promises we wouldn’t keep, we fought through the limitations closing in on us, but in the darkest hours he shut me out. Depression closed the curtains and I couldn’t reach my Ray anymore.
This is my heartbreaking story of falling in love with someone who battles depression. It’s candid, I’m vulnerable, but the truth will set me free.