Loving someone who wants to die is rough. Your heart aches and bleeds for them and there is nothing you can say or do to make it better. If cuddles could squeeze out depression then Luke would be cured. If kisses could fix mental boo boos then he would be fine. If love alone could make him happy then I know he would be full of joy all the time!
Some days are better than others. Some days are merely ‘meh’, where he feels little but can still have a laugh. Other days I hold him in bed while he weeps and asks when he will feel better. Some days I can go out and not worry at all. Other days I have seriously wondered if I would find him dead in the house somewhere.
Living the reality that the person you love the most could take their life at anytime is one of the hardest things I have had to face. And seeing the amount of pain he is in, I wouldn’t blame him or be angry. I would understand that he was exhausted, that he couldn’t fight anymore. I see his exhaustion and I wish I could give him strength to keep going. I know in some ways I do, I know I give him the emotional support and strength he needs, but I can’t give him the physical strength that I want to.
I have watched the man I love in a battle for his life and I have been unable to fight with him. I have only been able to stand on the sidelines and cheer him on. We both understand mental health so we checked all the boxes on what you are suppose to do - we got him on medication, we made sure he ate regularly and (mostly) well, we tried to get him to exercise as much as we could. Thank God for our doctor who took us seriously and got him on the best medication straight away. We called helplines and reached out for psychiatric help, but the mental health system in NZ is so broken. It is now December and we are still waiting for the mental health team to contact us. We have had no professional help from psychologists as there is no help available in our town. We have yelled and screamed for someone to help us, but even as an urgent case there is still months of waiting . So we have battled without psychological help. Ads on TV tell young men to reach out for help with depression, but what if there is no one there at the other end when you do?
Depression doesn’t just affect the person who has it. It takes a toll on their family too. We are both running on empty, both exhausted mentally and emotionally and we don’t know how long it will be before the mental health system swoops in to help us.
Luke is one of the strongest people know. He has had to battle his head everyday just to survive and he is still here. I see his exhaustion and the pain he is in and I am so impressed that he keeps going where so many would’ve given up. My heart has been broken for him over and over and I know it is only God that gives us both the strength to face this.
we have amazing friends who care so much about Luke. Friends that drop everything and come to take him out. Friends that cook us meals. Friends that ask if I need a break. Friends that pray and fast for us. We could not have done this year without you.
I love Luke so much. To those just hearing about his struggle for the first time, please don’t inundate him with texts and calls. He can’t handle it. We have a rule in this house that there is no such thing as obligation. We will cancel plans if we need to, not talk to people we don’t want to, not go to things if we can’t face it. We are in survival mode and this may offend some people. Luke’s life is more important nt to me than whether or not we offend you. Please understand that.
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