I've also just joined for the first time after being a long time lurker. Almost did a double take when I saw the subject line, I've been wanting to know of such a thing for a while. I'm a mix of somehow relieved and happy that I am not alone and so much of what all of you have said resonates, and yet sorry that so many have clearly been dealing with this alone as well.
My husband has severe depression, having never suffered before, and it's been 10 months now. It's down to a particularly awful 2 years of events, including being diagnosed with advanced cancer, and then the treatment having a side effect of mood changes. He has done all the right things, he's had counselling and seen his GP and is on ADs, although no tablets have worked yet and we're now on week 5 of a higher dose of the second type he's tried.
It's only the two of us at home, and he doesn't work so to an extent I am the only person he sees. Which means that I bear the brunt of this, and it's hard and painful. Reading about depression, I know a lot of sufferers can feel like their feelings, like love, aren't there and I think he's feeling some of this with the twist that he tells me that I'm the one being distant or that I've changed. He's obsessed with the notion that I've either had, am having, or will have an affair and fall in love with someone else. If it isn't that, then he fixates on how he's ruined my life and I should go and find someone better. He's checked my phone, I feel like I'm being grilled about what I do and where I go every day. My head understands where all this comes from because his self-esteem is just non-existent, but my heart aches every time he says it although now I am starting to feel numbed with the realization that nothing I do or say matters. I am never going to give up on this or him and while he turns these things - unintentionally - into my fault, I will always be there and hold him, but it's like being kicked over and over.
He knows that he's hurting me and that I'm upset (although like others here I don't show it if I can help it, because it just makes him more upset) and he confesses to things like when he's checked my phone and says he knows how awful it is. And I fully believe him, before all of this he would never dream of such things. It's the illness that's doing it.
I have been seeing a counsellor myself and it does help, so I would definitely recommend that if you're able to. We do pay for this and I know we're fortunate to, but it was through a local organisation that keeps costs reasonable (because we're fortunate but not THAT fortunate!) so don't necessarily discount it altogether if you really need to see someone.
At the moment, after another weekend trying to work out where I fit in to this dark cloud and also trying to make a decision about whether or not I go out with family, by myself, next weekend - I merely mentioned this on Friday night when we were having a meal when everything was good, and suddenly it was like watching that cloud literally descend in front of my eyes - I am trying to work out how to begin to accept the notion that this may never change. This may be how things are now. Maybe it won't get better, or it certainly won't ever be like before. Some days I can be more rational than others, and on the bad days I feel like I can't cope with this on top of trying to deal with an inevitable cancer-related future. Today, I am feeling stronger.
Hope you all have strong days too.