And this is how we began our love story💝
My husband and I on our first date 11 years ago❣️ And what a ride it has been.
He fell for me fast when he saw me for the first time at one of his local bars when I was visiting my friend from college from where I lived in South Jersey to pretty far up North Jersey-like a pretty short ride to NYC.
He met me in 2007, the year my Major Clinical Depression onset for the first time in my 34 years of living-lucky him🤔 I was on a cocktail of antidepressants and medication not yet FDA-approved for depression to supplement the fact that an antidepressant alone did nothing to help me😪 So I tell this new guy-FYI I just became severely depressed and medicated for it and when he wanted to be my exclusive boyfriend from the get go, and then only a couple months later he wanted me to move up to N. Jersey so we could see each other all of the time and get an apartment together-I tell this guy-umm, you should know I can get suicidal and I have tried to take my own life a few times. He wanted me to live with him anyway! My depression kept recurring and there were more very bad full on, I was out of commission (half alive) for very long stretches and he had to come home to me overdosed on pills a couple times. Now he wasn’t so sure he could handle this. He pushed me away-helped me pack all of my belongings and let me move far, far away to Arizona! But he didn’t let go of me for a day-in a month he bought an engagement ring, and when I flew home for a friend’s wedding, he proposed to me!!!
We’ve been married for 8 years and at the 7 year point-he made a choice to do much, much better by me with the emotional support I need to keep my Depression and Anxiety symptoms away, especially since I became treatment-resistant and fight for remission without the aid of any medications. I have accomplished huge self-growth, and so has he.