The hardest thing about your depression wasn’t the actual depression part. Or the exhaustion. Or even remembering to take meds every morning.

It was when the apathy hit.

Those slumps were always the worst part. It hurt you, physically and emotionally, to look at life and feel…numb. Looking at yourself in the mirror didn’t elicit any reaction. Even the things that usually bring you joy are met with an apathetic hum.

It hurt. You didn’t want to feel like this.

Spencer had been your boyfriend long enough to recognize these spells. He could see when your gaze would get a bit vacant and you’d take longer to process things.

Today was one of those days. He got home from work just to see you laying on the couch, idly watching television.