Been dealing with my spouses depression for years. I love them but i’m running out of compassion for it. I’m exhausted. I always have to put my feelings in the background. They don’t do anything to get better but then complain bb about having no help. They make steps but it isn’t instant and they stop. I feel like an unpaid therapist who can’t clock out. I can’t even tell them or set boundary about it because then they’ll clam up and say they have no one to talk to or who understands them. But I’m exhausted and running to the point where I just don’t even care any more. It’s like I have to deal with the radio station playing their depression and I have to sit in the misery with her. I want to just scream to shut up but then that would ruin our trust

i'm scared she's gonna leave me or she's losing interest because i feel like she's avoiding me. i feel like she doesn't want to talk to me. i feel like i was too much. i feel like i annoyed her. i feel like i overwhelmed her. i feel like she's already lost interest. i'm currently feeling awful and sad and i don't know what do to

I am an absolute nuisance to everyone around me. If I dissappeared, nobody would care, why would they? I am annoying and forgetable. If I jumped out the window to my death, people will only come it my funeral to be polite, as they sit with the payed mourners they'll talk about how maybe its good I'm gone. Then they'll forget about me, like a childhood goldfish destined to get replaced. I am truly dispensible. I hate it.