When I first met Andrew, we went out and did a lot of things. We were social, we went to parties, we went out and did things for the hell of it, etc.
Now we lay next to each other on a bed we made on the floor, surrounded by trash and dirty clothes. We have both sunk into this depression we can't get out of. Is it the drugs and our trying to get and stay clean while dealing with the unbearable physical pain that comes with it? Is it friends that have turned their backs on us both? We don't get calls to hang out anymore..
Did I drag him down with me? I don't feel depressed all the time, but I know it's something chronic that will always be inside my brain.
Is it my fault?
Is it contagious?
I'm not really looking for answers.. Just talking out loud.
I pray for us. I haven't prayed in years.
I love him. I haven't ever loved anyone like this before.
He gave me my ring yesterday.
Something good happened.
I just NEED us to find the strength to
finish getting better.
One of us will be burying the other long before it's time if we don't.