My mother suffered from clinical depression at a time when there was no medication, like Prozac, to treat it. Now I have a brother who needs it and won’t take it. I know my mother’s life, and mine and my siblings, would have been so much different if medication had been available. I know my brother’s life would be different if he would take some and get therapy. It’s an illness, after all, but because it’s mental and you can’t physically see it, it’s stigmatized and you’re “crazy” if you have it. It’s a brain disease, a biologically based sickness like any other, that affects behavior.
I hope you and your boyfriend can work it out. He sounds wonderful and it’s so difficult to find someone who’s wonderful. Wonderful doesn’t mean perfect, but who is? My brother is wonderful, funny, compassionate, and a great musician. It’s just sad he won’t get the help he so needs. It breaks my heart to see the self-imposed suffering, but it’s part of the disease.
I hope you and your boyfriend can work it out, but do take care of yourself. It’s not going to get any easier as times goes on.
Wishing you the best….