Monica

Monica and I met in grade one, and i think we're going on 14 years now. She's more than my other half: she's more like me but in a more responsible, beautiful body. About 7 years ago she was diagnosed with a chronic illness and that changed everything for both of us because she could no longer go to school with me and at 13 that was a big deal for both of us. I always wonder how different we would both be if we she had not gotten sick and we had gone through high school the same way, and to be honest, the more i think about it the gladder i am that things turned out the way they did.
Now don't get me wrong, i would give anything if it meant that Mon wouldn't be sick anymore, but i think we've both grown up and grown together more than we ever could had we lived normal lives. While we are similar in so many ways we also have some defining differences, Mon's more responsible, she thinks things through, and for the most part sticks to her guns on what counts. I on the other hand am impulsive, irrational, and tend to make decisions that go against what i know deep down will be best for me. Which when we're both paired together equals one moderately stable human being. At the root of both of us is some unconscious commonality that I can only hope everyone finds in this lifetime because it just freaking rocks.
Now, if i've learned anything about depression it is this: it blows. Haha no but seriously it is that it affects each person slightly differently. Monica is my medicated depressionista! While we can heart to heart about depression when necessary, we connect over it on a more comedic level.
I mean it is kinda funny that two girl's who've shared just about everything over the years now share a mental funk aswell!
Anyways this is but a quick blip about Mon, expect many more to come!! Introductions are always the boring bit

Ben

I'll never forget the first time the pillow talk turned to Prozac, if you've yet to experience this it's quite a shocking experience. There we were, in mid conversation, when somehow depression came up and we both admitted to suffering from it for a while now. First there was the initial reaction of "I'm so glad I've found this person who understands what i'm going through, this is going to be totally awesome!!!" but then I started thinking...
There we were, kids in our very early twenties in the beggingings of an exciting new relationship and yet we were discussing in depth the mental illness that had been plagueing our lives! geez, so much for the blissful ignorance of youth.All i could think about was wow what a fucked up state our generation is, and, if at 20-something we are depressed, what the hell are we to be like when we were saggy and cubicled?