A week ago I went from a long distance relationship to living with my boyfriend and it has been amazing. But my mental health hasn't been great for the past like 3 months and this week has been amazing and so fast paced that when I woke up this morning my depression hit me like a freight train. He is so sweet and understanding but I just feel bad for him having to put up with my probably what seems out of nowhere depression. He's so sweet, I was laying on the floor in our living room with the lights off and he came in and took me to bed and put my weighted blanket on me and got me some water.