why am I the strong one?

depression is a bitch. The worst possible kind of bitch (besides borderline personality disorder of course.) with out the proper back story you are probably very confused as to what the hell I'm talking about. Frankly, more things in my life have been ruined by someone else's depression than anything else (except borderline personality disorder of course.) I wish for once the depression would realize that it is being ridiculous about all of this and let some things slide. Yes, your mother nags you-- she wouldn't be a proper Jewish mother if she didn't, but it doesn't mean that you breakdown because of it. The proper response would be to get a little annoyed at your mother, not take it out on the whole world, and especially not take it out on me. :\ I don't know what to do for you, I never do. I want to hug you, but I know you don't want to be touched-- so I just sit there and pretend watching you like this doesn't tear me up inside, because I know seeing me cry never makes things better for you.