I feel absolutely awful writing this, as I don't feel like I've ever really admitted it to myself before.
My husband has had depression since before we got together. I've always I feel like I have no energy left. We sat in silence tonight having dinner. The only thing he said was that he cannot imagine being happy again. Which isn't true, as he goes through these episodes and then does come out the other side. I feel awful because I cannot imagine the pain he goes through, but selfishly I am also in so much pain. When he's feeling strong I tell him about it and he is so apologetic, and he doesn't need to be because I know it's an illness. I don't want to leave him, but I just want every now and then for him to hold me for once, and tell me everything will be okay. I feel like I'm grieving for the future we never had. I love him so, so much. I just wish he could see the kind, caring man he is when this beast isn't inside him.
He's back with the counsellor this week so I'm hoping for a slow miracle. I don't really know what I wanted to achieve from posting on here, but perhaps to know whether anyone else has felt the same.