Actually my husband is really wonderful. It's mostly my problem, I get depressed and I think he should be able to read my mind about how I'm feeling. I don't talk and he gets withdrawn, and I get more depressed. The few times I've actually talked to him about it he's listened and tried to help. but his idea of helping is to tell me I need to get out more or exercise and eat right. This is good advice, but I really just want sympathy, you know? He's just so very normal that it's impossible for him to understand the depression, the invisible, MENTAL pain that just rips through you and makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry and scream and rock back and forth. Now if I do the exact same thing when I get a vicious migraine, he totally understands. He's there with an ice pack or rubbing my neck. He knows how to help. I think he feels helpless with the depression because he can't do the man thing and fix it. I think that's why depression is hard on the other person, they want to help make it better. Believe me, if we knew a way to get some relief, we'd be doing it, right?
Well, I actually feel like I'm heading into some good days, so I'm going to take advantage of them and enjoy the outside with my girls a bit. Hope it lasts for a while.
Here's wishing you good days too, T.