Yes, I do! I live with it every day and I'm not making excuses because of anything. You're my best friend, I can be frank with you and I never felt the need to give you excuses for anything.

I understand that you're telling me that to see if I get out of the depression or start to feel better but man, I have it and I have to deal with it. Mental illnesses exist and I have one, I didn't choose to have and I don't like having it but I have it. What if I had cancer? You wouldn't tell me that I don't have it to make me feel better.

What you told me was insensitive and didn't make me feel better. It's the same shit that you did to your ex - and yeah, I recognize that she was a bitch but she *had* periods of derealization and you never acknowledged its existence.

I know that you were drunk that day but now I don't even know if I should even try to explain that it's real and I have it or if I should leave it be.