Hello there, my friends call me CherCher.
In 2008 I found myself on the floor in the hallway crying my eyes out. Strange really, was like an out of body experience I stood over myself watching this person who was me, in silence I saw my anguish. It That was the day I allowed my mum to come and take me to the doctors and the day I started my medication and the day which changed my life forever.
A series of awful things had happened to me over the space of 15 years which finally made me break. Before that day I was a happy, ambitious, life loving person. Like I loved waking up in the morning and everyday felt like something amazing was about to happen (sickening no). My happiness was infectious and I felt this. I was silly and if I never made someone else laugh I would most definitely laugh at myself.
At the beginning of 2011 I felt ready to come off my medication and started decreasing my dosage, eventually I went to a yoga detox retreat to get everything out of my system and had journey therapy and various counselling and healing and I left feeling reborn.
I was able to love myself and start a new relationship and welcome love in my life.
It just so happens that the person I chose who is now my boyfriend had also previously suffered from depression, so we understood each other.
September of last year (2011)he started to get depressed and slowly slowly started to lose his sex drive. We moved in together in the November and he has got progressively worse. It has sadly rubbed off on to me and I found myself clouding over again, searching for help, feeling like I’m drowning not wanting to go back into what I can only describe as lonely darkness.
I’ve never been in a relationship with anyone who has depression, it’s tough, I really miss my boyfriend, I miss the person I fell in love with, I miss the intimacy and making love and the fun and laughter we had and just the abundance of happiness, some people might think it was the “honeymoon†period, it wasn’t just that, we found each other and knew we wanted to be together till the end, when you know you know.
It’s hard because he won’t seek help because he does not want to feel like he has failed should they advise medication, but instead he self-medicates on alcohol, speaks down to me, is snappy, doesn’t talk to me, won’t be intimate, over eats till he feels guilty. It’s just absolutely awful, his energy is so negative.
I honestly don’t know what to do? I love and care for him, clean the house, do the shopping, cooking, washing, offer him support, try and get him to open up, keep my energy up to lighten the mood at home, but I feel like I annoy him, irritate him.
What’s worse is that I don’t know who I am anymore, I feel rejected, unattractive, boring, like maybe I have brought this on for him. I’m not sure I am strong enough to manage this. But I love him. I feel guilty all the time like I am selfish for thinking about what I need.
Sorry to bang on and on, but I have been looking for a help forum for months and felt a relief when I saw how you all talk to each other.
I guess I need to hear that I am normal and it is all fixable… I just want peace and to be happy again.
Love and light
CherCher x