A Special Invitation
In my early twenties I was dating someone who insisted that I take a self test to see how badly depressed I was. I was so resistant to that idea and thought that HE was the one who was depressed and should just leave me be. He was actually depressed and was taking medications to help with his anxiety, and I guess maybe that’s how he knew that I was too. I had noooo idea. I was so protective of my own bubble that I didn’t even stop to think that it wasn’t normal the way that I