I don't know how we made it through the last time though I heard she had acquired a distant but unknown friend. Usually it was I who would be standing there looking at her emotional-less body laying there on the ground. I don't know how many times I told her you are going to regret this but she never listened. The last time it wasn't a matter of picking her up and taking her away for a rest, she was totally unconscious and there'd be no place to hide. I held her in my arms and I ran and I ran.
One year, two years, three years and not so much as a blink of an eye. Four years, five years I finally collapsed, one knee on the ground with the other half bent I laid her on the ground, this was the end I had no strength left. As I went to say good bye she opened her eyes, gently lifting her arms and she says I got this. I collapse atop of her while she sat cradling me in her arms. I don't know who that voice was that nourished her through her harm, I don't think she knows but I will be forever grateful. We've healed through a good number of cherished memories we wouldn't have otherwise lived to see those events. She acknowledges the limits of her fragility as I to my own strength. We take each day battling the voices of depression, trying to find the common ground of a compromise. Your post sends tears steaming for I realize I am not alone, you are a mirror, a replica of my inner soul. Thank you so much it truly does help when you realize you are "really" not alone.