Was talking with DH last night about a man who committed suicide recently. Dh was saying how could anyone feel so bad to do something like that; like that was the only way out.
7 years ago I suffered awful depression following the birth of dd. Many days I would sit in the car and cry, I would drive around thinking about driving the car off a cliff with dd in the back, I dreamed about going to sleep and never waking up. I'm better now, although not 100%. When I told DH last night he had no idea. I never told him as I was ashamed. He had no idea I cried myself to sleep most night