Depression/ anxiety one shots

High tw sh ⚠️

" Babe. I'm home, what are you up to?!" My girlfriend yelled as she walked through the door.

" Just watching a movie. Come join me!" I yelled back, trying to conceal my voice to make sure she couldn't tell I was high.

She took off her shoes and walked to the bedroom where I was laying.

" Hey baby." She said and kissed me before going to turn a lamp on so she could see in order to get out her pajamas.

When she turned the light on she looked at me looking disappointed but not surprised.

" You're high again aren't you?" She said a little annoyed.

" Yeah and? Why do you care? It's literally just weed." I said getting annoyed back.

" Because Dana, you're high twenty four seven. I didn't realize that was the case until recently and I just can't stay silent anymore. You need to cut back and if you can't then you need to stop." She said in a strict tone.

" Or fucking what? I don't have a problem Stacy." I said.

" Or I can't be in a relationship with you anymore Dana. Tell me the truth, if you don't have a problem then why would you want to be high all the time. Like you are never sober." Stacy said and I was angry.

" Fine it may be a problem but it's stopping me from having a worse problem, so take your fucking pick. Either I smoke some weed every day or I cut myself until I pass out on a damn near daily basis, you choose!" I yelled.

" Woah what. Dana did you just tell me you cut yourself?" Stacy said shocked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

" Oh shit." I said. " Shit shit shit. I'm so sorry Stacy. I'm so sorry. I never should have said that. That was horrible of me. I'm so sorry."

I started crying and she made herself stop as she came and got into bed right next to me and pulled me into her arms.

" Shh hey it's okay. You don't have to be sorry. I am not upset with you Dana." She said softly as her hand rubbed up and down my back.

" But you should be. You're right. I smoke too much because if I don't I'll hurt myself and I just I can't do that again, it's bad. I don't want to do bad things and I don't want to disappoint everyone." I said sobbing.

" I get it now baby okay, I'm not upset now that I know the reason behind it and I'm all for harm reduction, but that's something we can talk about later. Right now I just need to know if you're okay. When was the last time you cut yourself love?" Stacy asked as she looked into my eyes and grabbing hold of my hands to hold in her own.

" A month ago. I stopped smoking for a week and I relapsed. I just needed to. But I'll stop again if that's what you want, I just can't guarantee I won't relapse and I don't mean that as a threat, I just don't know if I'll be able to resist." I said.

" No, I don't want you to stop. I want you to just take it down a couple notches. Maybe we say you only get high on Friday and Saturdays and every other time you need to cope you get me and I'll be there." Stacy strongly suggested.

"Okay. I can try that for you"I said and she smiled.

"Thank you baby." She held me in silence for a few minutes and then asked" How haven't I seen?"

" Cause I didn't let you. I've been doing this for years so I know how to hide them, even in relationships.I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner. Do you want me to show you? I will." I said.

" It's really okay baby, you don't need to be sorry. Yes love if you want me to see than show me please." She replied.

I nodded and rolled up my sleeves. She looked shocked. She hadn't been able to see since I always wore long sleeves and we did it in the dark always.

" Oh my love." She leaned her head down and kissed up and down my arms. " I got you know, you know that right?"

" Yes." I said feeling guilty.

"Okay good. We're gonna get you help and it's gonna get better baby. I love you." She said.

" I love you too." I said.