Tough stuff. I would not want to be in a relationship with a depressive. We are unrelenting. It is not a choice. We can choose to claw our way to a palatable state where it may be acceptable for us to be around others. It is all so hard. Good days, bad days... Today I was angry...at everything! I did not want to be. It is just where my mood and my thoughts were at. Anger is my protection from experiencing depression. I think, I know that much so. Slowly I work my mood. That and I stay very quiet and watch my tongue as it may lash out and cause harm to the ones I know I love even though I cannot feel the love at that very moment.