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This would not, I know, be hard-hitting news for most people.
As I scrolled through news sites to find pitches for my Bustle articles — Israel Resumes Strike on Gaza as Ceasefire Fails, read one, while another was titled Issa Stands by Subpoena of Top White House Aide — I imagined this article next to them.
Except he began calling me late at night, calls that were mostly filled with the staticky hiss of the phone as he tried to figure out what to say. If I, as one of his good friends, worried constantly about his mental health, I couldn't imagine how she was able to handle the pressure. They broke up in the spring of his senior year in high school, and Thomas and I began dating as soon as I came home for the summer.
I expected our friendship to be shelved until Christmas break. Over the course of my freshman year, as these calls got increasingly desperate, I often wondered how his girlfriend was able to deal with this.
Together, we acted in nearly every production our school’s drama club put on, from The Man Who Came to Dinner to Richard III.
Our friendship was cemented when we were cast as Lysander and Hermia in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare’s madcap romp about fairies, Athenians, and mismatched couples.
Sometimes, sharp memories of the phone calls we’d had would bubble up in my mind, but I’d push them back down. While I was in Spain, Thomas rarely told me what was wrong, but he would sometimes blurt out snippets of what was really going through his mind when we talked on the phone.
With that in mind, I thought I’d write about what it’s like to date someone with depression: to talk about the highs and lows, the beginning and the end.Thomas (not his real name) and I met five years ago, when I was a high school sophomore and he was a freshman.