The only person I’ve ever loved is getting married.
Life has been extremely shitty to me. I pushed through each time, barely making it out alive. I have treatment resistant depression. My therapist and my psychiatrist have given up on me. I’ve given up on me. But he never did. He was the only light in my life. He was good. And he loves me. But seeing how shitty my mental health was, he realized he didn’t want to be with someone like me. Only the romantic feelings died. But he still loved and cared about me so much as a friend. He kept showing up for me. He’s going to get married now. I’m happy for him. I truly want the best for him. But it also hurts so much. I hate my depression and what it’s made me. I’m in so much pain and the only person I’ve ever can speak to about this is him. But I can’t do that. Will anyone ever be able to love me if I’m not cured?