Also not the other person, also depressive, my take:
Adoring support of my dysfunction is the opposite of what I need. Yes, it’s fucking uncomfortable when my wife keeps nagging and prodding me to do things until the discomfort provides the willpower to overcome the suffocating listlessness and get my ass in gear, but at least it gets me doing something instead of helplessly drowning in the mountains of “I should, but can’t” piling up around me.
If the only thing that breaks me out that sense of powerlessness is to prove to myself that I do have power to do something, I need someone to coerce me into doing something, not coddle and enable the demon leeching all energy and joy from me.
My wife gets pissed when I don’t do my part, and while I wish she didn’t have to, I’m glad she does.
Also not the other person, also depressive, my take:
Adoring support of my dysfunction is the opposite of what I need. Yes, it’s fucking uncomfortable when my wife keeps nagging and prodding me to do things until the discomfort provides the willpower to overcome the suffocating listlessness and get my ass in gear, but at least it gets me doing something instead of helplessly drowning in the mountains of “I should, but can’t” piling up around me.
If the only thing that breaks me out that sense of powerlessness is to prove to myself that I do have power to do something, I need someone to coerce me into doing something, not coddle and enable the demon leeching all energy and joy from me.
My wife gets pissed when I don’t do my part, and while I wish she didn’t have to, I’m glad she does.