Recently, I moved out with my partner to his side of the country. While it’s all joyous and fun, I started to feel certain changes to my everyday depression: to give context my depression high-functioning but usually I neglect of my personal needs and wants and call it unnecessary. I’ve been diagnosed since I was 14. I’m 23 now. Before I moved out, I was getting really scared of people perusing me and it was making me delusional-ish (at least what my therapist would say) and my depression was very strong. But got better as the fabled day of me moving out got closer.
Anyways, It started with heavy limbs and aches and pains, I’ve laid in his bed before for 2 weeks at a time, and it was never painful, this was the first time I woke up with my whole body in pain. It was a lot more comfy to lay in bed than to get up. But my fear of letting my partner down scared me more so I get up. Everyday, same thing happens, I wake up achier and heavier than the day before. Even to this day.
Then they breakdowns during the night, from nightmares and stress. I would wake myself up from a nightmare and cry and cry for hours at least once every couple of nights. And I’ll go back to sleep. Wake up the next day, smiling and bright.
Then the exceptionally low moods and energy levels. I would only get up to eat and drink. And smile through it, and then go back to bed for hours and hours, call it a nap. Then I would wake up, and I do the same tango again. I would always say I’m just tired and that, I needed to rest. But I think he’s starting to assume that I have addison’s disease or something lol.
I have told him and ask him for help. But it’s not usually enough to get me hopeful. I’m worried that in a week’s time, where my 3rd year anniversary with him will be uneventful. And I’ll be at fault for it.