We met years ago in a social club that does outdoor activities. We share a passion—that helped a lot. It also provided an excuse for us to engage in the same activity as just the two of us, which quickly blossomed into romance. Noteworthy: I made the first move (I’m a woman, my partner is a man)
I’m glad we met when we did, because my condition has deteriorated considerably (for reasons outside the relationship) since we met, despite his neverending love and support. At this point in my life, I’ve become very isolated from the rest of humanity, but I do live with my partner and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Despite my overall decline, I do believe that parts of me are healing, thanks to his love. So, based on my experience, I encourage folks who want a relationship to take the steps to try to find one (a good one... much better to be alone than suffer any type of abuse), although I realize it’s not easy, especially now.
FWIW, I told him early on about my mental health problems, including frequent suicidal ideation. He didn’t flinch.
I wish you luck. Love can be good, and healing