“Most normal people can hold onto love for a while – a nice gesture will make someone content for a while. Whereas a depressive will be working merrily and suddenly some dark part of their brain will go, You know she’s lying. She doesn’t really love you. It comes out of nowhere, this bucket-puncture, and all the affection that’s been given just vanishes – unless you’re a depressive, you can’t know what it’s like to be mugged by your own brain like this, where you’re filing papers and suddenly you’re consumed by this baseless terror that the person you love most is on the verge of leaving you.”
I think this posting is pretty insightful. I also thing that it’s normal that people need reassurance of love. Maybe that’s just me?