Spoke last few days about ED recovery, re-feeding and she was apprehensive, but optimistic it seemed.

Good this morning, drove me to work in South Brisbane, but later in the day re-broke her iPhone and went into a depressive spiral. Can’t afford to fix it, thinks she’s a failure.

Now telling me it’s too late to help her. Getting really bad again. Why are we always on this cycle?

Before today there were recent minor ups and downs. Stressed about her car repossession, we sorted that, then some tension about my repayment spreadsheet, but that didn’t last too long. Now back on it. She’s told me there’s underlying depression that’s always there (I believe her), but damn it definitely spikes when events go wrong. Catastrophising.