Funnily she loves being around me and if you know me you'll know tough love cos I don't know how it take it easy on People and I have very little patience when I'm irritated.

So I always throw her jabs. Very hurting words just to keep her at Bay but she didn't care.

Until one day she stopped talking and I think I did it. But I didn't do anything. She's just not a talker, infact I talk more than her.

In that period when she talks too much she was actually in so much pain.

And talking was an outlet for her. It helps her cope with all that's happening.

I didn't know about all this because when I used to be depressed, I don't talk. I read instead, I know I'm seriously depressed when I start reading 600 pages a day.

Maybe if she had told me talking was a coping mechanism for her, I would have endured it. But then again, why do I need to be told to be kind and accommodating towards another human being.

Whatever thing helps you get up from depression keep doing it because some people never get up from it.