Start Dating with mental illness

Dating with mental illness

I can't imagine anyone asking her out, let alone thinking she’d be a good mother to their children.

Esti had been diagnosed with anxiety many years ago, but few people knew about it.

And as I know from dating a fellow depressive, I ironically have little patience for it. I feel time running out for a family, adding a charming dimension of desperation.

All I can do is hope for the best, gingerly feel my way along, constantly remind myself to slow down and breathe, and not hurl myself headlong at the first half-decent man I meet.

A good eight years were wasted on someone I dated briefly and became obsessed with once he ended it. I think there is still a lot more stigma than we admit, and every joke someone cracks about being “so OCD” makes it harder to explain that while you all think you’re totally cool with me being obsessive-compulsive, it’s a lot more than lining up pencils and touching the light switch.