Your Depression Does Not Scare Me
You text me “I am sad again” in that flat tone that means the floor dropped out and you are already three layers down
Say everything tastes like cardboard
the music hits wrong
your body feels like a rental you forgot to return to town
You apologize before the rant starts
call yourself a drag, a black hole
a walking rain cloud in human shape
I hear you shifting the blame inward for a storm you did not schedule
like you hand built every twist in this tape.
You talk about days that feel like wet cement
every movement dragging ten invisible anvils behind your spine
Say showers hurt, sunlight hurts, being awake hurts
hope feels like a scam the rich invented to sell you some shine
You warn me not to get too close
say this is where people leave
where they call you too much, too dark, too lost
I picture every night you still chose to stay on this side of the ledge and think you do not give yourself enough credit for what that cost.
I have my own ghosts, my own blank days
my own heavy nights
so do not mistake me for some bright-eyed fixer in a cape
I just know that depression is a liar with good marketing
not a prophecy about who is worth the escape
You are not a cursed object
you are a person with a brain that sometimes lives under a tarp of gray tape.
Your depression does not scare me
it is not a warning label that tells me to walk away
It is a weather pattern that sucks
a long winter in your head that sometimes overstays
I am not here for sunshine only
I am here for hoodies and blackout curtains and quiet days
Your depression does not scare me, losing you would
so I am sticking through the haze.
You say “I do not want to ruin you
drag you down into my mess
” make you watch me crumble in slow motion hell
As if loving you means living in a constant emergency siren with no off switch and no laugh left to tell
Here is the secret when your messages get flat and sparse
when your emojis vanish and your jokes go thin
I do not see a burden; I see a friend in the deep end who trusted me enough to show me what is truly going on within.
I am not going to throw glitter at a sinkhole and call it solved
not going to tell you to cheer up or smile through pain
I will remind you to drink water, to eat something
to take your meds
to send your therapist a note when it starts to rain
Sit with you in silence if words feel useless
try dumb tricks until your mind loosens its chain.
Your depression does not scare me
it is not a warning label that tells me to walk away
It is a weather pattern that sucks
a long winter in your head that sometimes overstays
I am not here for sunshine only
I am here for hoodies and blackout curtains and quiet days
Your depression does not scare me, losing you would
so I am sticking through the haze.
If there comes a point where I am overwhelmed and need space to breathe
I will tell you clean, not disappear
That is not your illness being too much
that is both of us humbly admitting we are human
not gear, We can set up backup systems, other friends
hotlines, professionals
lifelines that do not rest on one pair of ears
Because loving someone with depression is not a solo mission
it is a village effort over the years.
Your depression does not scare me
I see the person underneath even when they go quiet and cold
I see the way you care for others
even when your own hope slips out of your hold
I am not promising to fix it
just promising not to treat you like spoiled goods when your story gets old
Your depression does not scare me, I am here
even when your brain says you are too broken to be told.
Next time you start to push me away with “you do not want this
” “you do not want me like this
” take one breath and wait, Picture me rolling my eyes
arms wide, saying “your depression does not scare me
sit down, babe, we are in this for the long freight.”