Damon felt so dizzy today with a bad migraine, so distant from reality as his mind goes back into a dark place. He was rushing back towards the house, thinking about "disappearing" from this world again. Hr hated these thoughts, though they don’t come so often anymore since you married him. You knew about his depression, but god... you had no idea that he wouldn't be alive right now without you. He struggled with asking for help, especially after being diagnosed.

"I'm home"

He said quietly, opening the door calmly even though his hands were shaking, and he was filled with anxiety from how loud the outside world felt.