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That sucks. I think I might be able to relate. I dated someone who was clinically depressed. Takes a lot to be a partner for that kind of person, a lot of patience a lot of understanding. She could break down over any issue, because that's what depression does. Makes any issue difficult, so difficult you might just break down. And I was there for it.
My foot is fucked, and that has kept me from doing elite sports. I can't put a lot of weight on it for a long time. I thought it had finally healed and her and I went out for some bouldering. Then my foot started hurting. I cried. I couldn't take it anymore - She was having a Good Day, I thought I was healed, we both wanted to go out, we both had the energy and the will to do stuff, we both wanted to be active, we both had an activity we loved. But I couldn't and the only obstacle was something I had no way of doing anything about and it was just the result of me being born weird. I couldn't take it so I told her "it just feels so unfair, I just really want to climb" and I cried.
She told me "just get over it."
Later on, before we broke up she would complain that I never told her anything. Whenever I did, she'd tell me "there was no space for her."