So what do you do when you're at the end of your rope?
W seems depressed, won't get out of bed. I visit, try to comfort her. Stay upbeat.
Later that day, she wants to "move on." Without me. Depression seemingly lifted for her. I'm trying to keep things in a DB perspective, trying to be there for her without giving up hope. Trying to stay semi-detached.
Works for a while, then she starts to cry. I lose it and start weeping too.
Now both of us are in misery. I feel like I've fallen from a skyscraper. She feels like she's going to melt into nothing.
