It’s Not You, It’s Me

We’ve farted out articles on anxiety and depression several times on this site, but so far they’ve been about helping you manage the contents of your own butt.  But what about dealing with someone else’s depression, especially someone with whom you hope to forever poop back and forth?  The feeling of helplessness in the face of a suffering loved one is nearly intolerable, which can result in well-intended emotional flailing, hoping desperately to latch onto their hand as they fall with the crumbling cliff on which they stand.

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