I’m at a crossroads. I’m not sure how to even begin speaking about this particular person in my world.
He is someone who I’ve never actually met but through the magic of the Internet, we got to know each other. And now, seven years later, he is still here.
Yet I don’t know that I’m getting anything out if this relationship. I’ve been straightforward with him and saying that while I am supportive, I’m not a trained therapist. While I am sad that he suffers from depression, I am not equipped to handle any sort of concerns that he has about his depression.
Over time feel as though I am having more and more of the energy to deal with someone like this sucked out of me. Every conversation feels more and more tiring, draining and sea me on edge.
What do I do? He’s already pulled the “By the time you read this it won’t matter anymore because I’ll be dead.” Which I responded to the next morning by calling the police for fear of his safety.
I want him to be okay and safe but how do I handle this situation? How do you deal with a leech? Rip them off? I don’t know.
All I can do is wish him well. I’m doing my best to be sensitive but I find my energy waning.
Any thoughts? I’d love to hear them.