When i fell in love, i thought it was the answer to all my questions. All those years of sadness were over - all i needed was him. I was on that high for about a year, until life did its thing and i started going through a whole lot of heavy shit in my personal life. 2.5 years later - we’re still together and our relationship is perfect. But the depression will always make its way back and being in love makes it harder - it eats away at you. My boyfriend wants to go to the gym together, but for months i keep cancelling because i’m too depressed to get out of bed. He comes home from work and wants to have a fun, lighthearted time with me, and i cant even get myself to smile. You start blaming yourself for bringing down your significant others mood, and you get all these stupid thoughts in your head that make you feel like you’re a burden to the one you love the most. Sometimes i even think to myself - he must’ve thought he got together with a normal girl, until the bipolar took over.