He was starting to fall back into that depressive state you’d seen him go through so many times before. He would sleep or eat, or he would sleep for days. Wouldn’t shower or change his clothes. He often got dirty looks whenever he went out in public, which would cause him to stop leaving the house.

You did your best to help him, but he was very stubborn. Constantly denying your help or that he needed help, trying to reassure you he was fine. Eventually it got to a point where you needed to talk to him about it.

You sat next to him on the bed while he laid there. “Leon…you weigh just as me.” You started.