Eventually he agreed to see a GP, who in turn agreed that yes, Adam was indeed suffering from clinical depression and anxiety. He was given pills, which made him even more withdrawn, while I sat by him, reading everything I possibly could on how to support a partner with depression. I read him stories by writers I knew he loved. I took him to Charing Cross Road and led him into bookshop after bookshop, trying to get the light back into his dark eyes with first editions and ‘Look! This one’s signed!’ I cooked for him and watched as the food went cold and stale in front of us. I kissed him and
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