When Depression is a full time job

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It’s 7:00 am and my partner’s alarm is going off. I groggily ask what day it is as if it matters. It’s Wednesday, he tells me as he crawls out of bed to get ready for work.

I fall back asleep. I’m so exhausted.

I wake up again when he comes to my side of the bed to kiss me goodbye. He smells leathery and sweet, the familiar scent of his cologne. The smell is…