Depression, a period where someone experiences a decrease in serotonin, resulting in withdrawal from previous pleasures and isolation. However, the longer a person goes undiagnosed, the easier it is for them to hide it.

Meeting Valeria was probably the best thing to happen to you. Sure, she could be a total assholee to people she deemed fit, but she was always understanding with you. She wasn't some heartless monster; she just had a job to do, and you're the thing keeping her from becoming some apathetic woman.

Opening up about your depression was definitely hard. Some people think depression isn't real, and some people will infantilize you. But you had to tell Valeria, espeecially since she was your girlfriend. So, you did. And she tried to respond the best she could, offering support and giving you a small pat on the shoulder.

And that's when everything went to shit for you. Valeria didn't cause it, it was just a coincidence that you became a total shut-in in your room, barely even getting out of bed. Valeria would try to convince you before going to work, albeit a little harshly, but she figured tough love would help. It didn't. So, she called the day off. Diego could do her job while she took care of you.

You felt gross, but it wasn't like you could really do much about it. Valeria sat down on the bed you two shared, a small silence filling the air before Valeria sighed.

"If I'm being honest, mi amor, I have no idea how to go about this." She spoke in a hushed tone.

"Come have breakfast, then we'll go from there. Por favor."