I am posting here for the first time, so my apologies if I have not done
this correctly. I don’t even know where to start - in the words of the
psychologist that I have just started seeing, “this is extremely
complicated”...... I am the wife of a man...
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I am posting here for the first time, so my apologies if I have not done
this correctly. I don’t even know where to start - in the words of the
psychologist that I have just started seeing, “this is extremely
complicated”...... I am the wife of a man who suffers from severe
depression. We have three little amazing children aged 3,5 and 8. The
severe nature of his depression has only evolved in its extremity in the
last 3 years. He has had two 6 week hospitalisations in the last 2 years
as a result of wanting to take his life...... the last one only a few
months ago and the kids saw him being wheeled out to the
ambulance......We all have experienced so much trauma as a result of his
illness. I spend my waking hours advocating for mental health and the
importance of prevention over cure in an attempt to provide a more
positive pathway through life for my kids and the kids in my care. I
have written to politicians, I have pleaded with government authorities
and I have been faced with nothing but silence...........I walk on
eggshells daily, hourly, I can’t speak without my words being
manipulated in to to a self serving darkness. My voice is not heard,
will never be heard as a result of the illness that plagues my husbands
mind. I am not allowed to feel, to exist, to speak freely as the
consequence is that my husband will take his life..... how do I explain
that to my children...? I am trapped in what feels like a garbage
compactor, I am being squeezed tighter and tighter into a space where
whatever way I turn, trauma exists....... I understand his illness and I
have been there for him for the last 12 years, through the lies, the job
losses, the trauma and yet, still, here I stand, unwavering........
although now, I am tired... I am scared......I no longer have a voice,
an identity. He is a beautiful father and a man who so desperately
wanted children and a life that he never had..... I don’t think he loves
me though, I don’t know if he ever did.... I guess I am desperate to
find someone who understands what we are going through, what it’s like
to be the family, the spouse of someone who has such severe
depression..... I feel so very alone and all I do is just try to protect
my precious babies from any more trauma related to the possibility of
losing their dad... I also don’t honestly know how much longer I can
keep going in a relationship where I feel so incredibly trapped....I am
grateful for any advice.... thank you