Depression. I’ve never been depressed to the point I’d call it a disease or disorder and never understood how anyone can. I don’t understand even now why people can’t just get up one day and say “this is my life, I love every minute of it and I’m going to make it better” but it just doesn’t work that way. I met the most beautiful woman, full of life and adventure but she suffered from depression. I thought we could work through it together but she committed suicide last month. I wish she was here, I just want to hold her and tell her how much I miss here. We talked about our future, traveling together and sharing our lives. Depression makes love hard, very hard. She wanted to just give up what we were doing, get married, buy a house and have a family. I told her we can do that later, we hadn’t known each other long enough to make that decision yet. She goes off the deep end, doesn’t speak then she went missing. What could I have done? I told her I loved her and this was just the beginning for us. I have an empty space in my life. Should I have just said “ok, let’s get married and settle down and start a family” when that’s not what I was ready for? She traveled to South America, she has seen so many places and shared them with so many people, I want the experience, not just to hear about them. She was 27 years old, just too young to have ended her life. I’ll get over it, move on because that’s what most of us do.