The worst thing about loving a person with Depression is that you lose them when they're ill. Depression steals their voice, their vigour, their very essence. I have two mums. My well mum. My sick mum. That's how much her illness changes her; she morphs from brave to timid, chatty to silent, upbeat to downhearted, [...]
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