depression as a personal attack on me. This was no easy task. Even as adults we find it hard to compute when someone we love is so depressed that they can’t, just for a moment, cheer up for us.
But as a child? It’s virtually impossible not to question what you’ve done to make this person you idolise look like their life has been ruined.For most of my teenage years I got my dad without depression.
Of course, for some of it he was, but I never saw this version of him as the worse version. It was just the more vulnerable him.
The him who wanted company, but couldn’t talk much.I’d carry on trying to make him laugh and comfort him, and eventually, the fog would lift – some bouts lasted just a few days, others weeks, and in bad cases, months.
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