This is my story. NOT YOURS.

I don't want to hear how you were in intensive three month outpatient treatment for binge eating disorder and gaining 350 pounds. When I thought about shooting myself in the head while I was babysitting because I accidentally found a gun. It's not the same.

I don't want to hear how you understand what I'm going through, because you've been depressed to. No you don't, depression isn't some common road everyone just decides to go on. It's personalized mind breaking torture path that my brain made me for me. ME ONLY. you don't and can't understand it at all.

When I started therapy and decided to try the Ketogenic Lifestyle and I was doing fairly well. I don't want to hear how you can't do it, because everything about you is high. High blood pressure, high cholesterol.. Etc

When I told you it takes me hours to get out of bed. I wasn't joking with you. I told you my last shower was on Tuesday and you told me it wasn't that bad. I told you this so you would understand that I'm not doing well. You just tell me that tommorow will be a better day and you kiss me.

What I should've told you is that this relationship is a drain on the little energy I have and I want to Breakup. That you're listening to me, but not. That tomorrow isn't going to be a better day, because I don't sleep at night.