I am writing 15 years on from my DH severe beakdown. It is bloody hard, the hardest thing I have ever gone through, but we did get through. DH was a high powered professional in stressful job, with huge abuse related issues from childhood. After a particularly stressful period at work, and an incident related to the abuse surfaced, he became severely depressed, agrophobic, withdrawn, culminating in taking an overdose. I knew he was going to do it, despite him promising not to, it was more a matter of "when" not "if". At the time the DCs were 10, 8, 6, I worked p/t. Our whole family was turned upside down. Everyday was a challenge, trying to keep the house calm and peaceful, not easy with young DCs. I took all decisions, managed all the houshold stuff, as well as working. Whenever he went out, I was petrified he wouldn't come back, even if he was in the bathroom for a long time, I imagined the worst, I was a bundle of nerves about keeping him safe. Fast forward 15 years. DH never went back to a full time job, went part time in a much less stressful position, I went full time. Oddly, the DCs don't remember a lot of it, they remember the night time ambulance to the hospital as they went to a friend, but not a lot else, . DCs now grown up and left home, did well and now a Dr/dentist/engineer. Despite us getting through, DH is not the same person, will always need meds, is not the same friendly outgoing person that he was, can still be moody and withdrawn, but I have adapted. I remain very anxious if he is ever late, if he does anything out of his normal routine I get very twitched, and I am a bit of a doormat in that I will do anything to keep the peace. So to all of you, it is hard, I guess it will always be hard, that anxiety will never go, AND although I hate to say this, the anger never quite goes, what he did to the family, to me, and how our lives changed