I'm expecting to be flamed for this post, I feel like I deserve to be, I'm a shitty unsupportive wife :(
DH has struggled with depression on and off for many years. I could write a list of contributing factors but we all know that you can have a million reasons or no reasons at all, it's a mental illness.
It goes in cycles, several good years followed by one or two depressed ones followed by several good ones. Over the last few months he's started cycling downwards again. I recognised the signs, he recognised the signs, I asked him to go speak to the GP to get a referral for CBT as soon as possible (it helped him a hell of lot last time). He did nothing. It got worse and I asked him again to please see the GP, I offered to go with him, I looked into whether he could self-refer to the community mental health nurse. He did nothing.
Now its at the point where he's in a full depression. He's snappy with the DC and with me. He can see no joy in anything and he has nothing good in his life. I know it's part of the illness but we have three wonderful children together, a good marriage (when he isn't depressed), I work hard to keep the house nice and running smoothly (he does contribute but I do the majority of the day to day Monday to Friday as I don't work), we've had lots of good times together and lots of good times to look forward to. It hurts me that he can't see any of it and that he says his life is shit. He seems to think everyone else is off doing wonderful things with bottomless pots of money at their disposal and I try explaining to him that most people have the same day to day that we have - look after the kids, watch TV, eat, sleep, shower, pay the bills, etc - with nice things like days/nights out, events, take aways, birthdays, holidays and so on dotted in between.
I feel like such a selfish bitch because I don't know if I can do this again. He's ill and I'm the one crying because it's dragging me down too. I keep trying and trying, I'm like Mary fucking Sunshine 24/7 to avoid making him any worse. I feel like I can't express any negativity about anything and that I can't express my feelings because I need to jolly him along and I need to constantly focus on the positive things. I tried saying once that you take your happiness where you can get it and that if you look for negative things you'll find them so now I feel like I need to demonstrate this all of the time. I'm like one of those people who is always looking on the sunny side. If my leg fell off I'd probably say never mind, at least my trousers will be half as cheap now. It's exhausting and I'm starting to resent him for it. I feel like a horrible person for it except no one cares how I feel, everything is focused on him and how he feels.
I have to push him to get showered, to get dressed, to eat, to play with the kids, to go to work. Constant push push push, persuading him, cajoling him, talking him into it by being upbeat and positive about it. Come on, lovely shower. Come on, I cooked your favourite. Come on, nice walk to the park with the children. He keeps phoning into work for last minute annual leave (his company allows this as it's big and no one has specific duties) because he can't get himself together enough to go, as a result he's used up all of his annual leave and maxed out his flexi time in the space of three months. He can't go on the sick because he's rang in sick here and there on bad days and ended up with a formal warning for his attendance. If he goes on sick again they'll finish him.
He finally went to the GP last week but refused a prescription for antidepressants. He has been given an open referral to the clinic that did his CBT last time but hasn't rang them to make an appointment.
I don't know what more I can do. I want him to try to get it under control, right now he's making us all unhappy and it feels like he doesn't care because he won't even try to pull himself up, he's pulling us down instead. How can I support him?