You are strong. I know depression is a formidable opponent, but just pick yourself up and fight. I know you feel worthless and frustrated and unfilled but they say the storm won’t last always.
I wish there were something I could do to make you feel golden again. I’m thinking of everything, dear. In the meantime, please hold on. I won’t be able to go on if you are completely broken. And we are meant to be great together.