<human>: Give me the gist of the text in a nutshell

I never spoke to my girlfriend about what happened with my mum. It's not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't bring myself to even think about it, let alone say it out loud. But it was obvious from my behaviour, I think, that something was different. I did not even realize how badly it had affected me until last night.

A couple of months ago, my girlfriend broke up with me. It lasted a night, then she sent me a long message explaining her decade-long struggle with depression. She said she was trying to avoid the real problem by pushing me away. I stayed with her, of course, but she no longer wished to discuss her depression so I let it go. But self-doubt started eating at me, I spent the next two months in constant fear over losing her for good.

We did not get to see each other often in these two months due to our hectic work schedules. I tried to fill the void by constantly calling her just to chat, but it only annoyed her. In turn, I did it even more, because the thoughts of the recent breakup tormented me still. Then she broke up with me again. This time it feels permanent. We've been broken up for two months and she said she was faking all emotions because she didn't feel anything for me anymore. But although she insisted that it had nothing to do with her depression, she admitted that she did not have any energy for a relationship and that she had no feelings towards anything - nothing mattered to her anymore.

I really want for us to be together again, but I feel like I've failed her, just like I've failed my mother. Whenever I run into my ex, she seems like she's on a downward spiral. I just want to hug her and tell her that everything is going to be ok, but I don't feel like anything will be ok ever again.
<bot>: My mum had a nervous breakdown in front of me, not long after my girlfriend admitted to her depression and broke up with me. I feel like I've failed everyone.