Unfiltered Story #254546
Back in college, was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder and depression. I struggled with it for years, and still do, but I became accustomed to keeping quiet about it when I was having a bad time. My experience was that most people didn’t care to know, and the ones that did I didn’t want to bother with it.
Several years after my diagnosis, I move in with my previously long-distance boyfriend. It’s a big move (in excess of 1000 miles from my hometown) and for many reasons, before long I’m having a tough time of it. As usual though, I just sort of slog on.
Then one day, my boyfriend stops me as I’m walking past him to the bedroom and asks me one simple question.
“Are you feeling okay?”
I hadn’t realized it until just then, but no one had ever actually noticed before when I was having a bad time – or at least, no one had ever been concerned enough about it to ask.
I don’t think he quite figured out why I hugged him so hard – but now, six years later, he still notices when things are getting tough for me, though he’s graduated from just asking about it to acting like a goof until I can at least smile. Definitely worth the 1000+ miles it took to get to him.