She is hateful and self-pitying, withdrawn, listless, angry.She will try her best to hurt you, and lash out until she does.I come with more worse than most people, and it’s only fair that I’m honest about that.
(If you’ve never suffered from depression, it might sound nonsensical that I would do this at my most self-confident. I'm 36, single, live in Brooklyn, and work in publishing.I love gloomy Victorian novels, obscure Korean horror films, Premier League soccer, and knitting.And as I know from dating a fellow depressive, I ironically have little patience for it. I feel time running out for a family, adding a charming dimension of desperation. All I can do is hope for the best, gingerly feel my way along, constantly remind myself to slow down and breathe, and not hurl myself headlong at the first half-decent man I meet.