Writing this is going to be hard, but I just want to get it out there. I don't know what's going on in my head at the moment.
To avoid drip-feeding, so far: I was 19 when DH and I met, we had an instant "click" and got engaged soon after. I got pregnant after a few months, at which point DH had a minor breakdown and stopped working for a few weeks. We picked up, he went back to work, and we got a house just before DS was born. I had (with hindsight) problems with PND, and then over time it became clear that DH's mental health issues were getting worse. I had had counselling and perked up a bit by then and found a job, he gave up his, then my health deteriorated and we fell into a benefits trap. (I have regular seizures, so now not only can I not work, DH has to be home as my carer.)
Over the years we have been together, it has become increasingly clear to me that DH has a lot of MH problems centring around Depression and Anxiety. He has tried seeing doctors a few times, but it never sticks. He is convinced that counselling is just... quackery I guess, mind games that he's too clever to be convinced by. (And unfortunately he does have a high IQ, so I guess he's just convinced himself it won't work). He won't take tablets. For a while I chased appointments for him and made phone calls. I can't face it any more - he never goes, and when someone came to the house he refused to speak to them.
My health has gotten worse. DH blames the fact that I am "always" on the computer (which admittedly I am a fair amount of the time) but the doctors have said these are stress-induced seizures for the most part (I have epilepsy, but the epileptic seizures are pretty well under control). I feel like I've turned to the internet over the last couple of years as a window - I don't go out much at all, as DH worries all the time, and it just makes me feel stressful to go out; I feel like I'm always checking in, more so if I am feeling okay and safe enough to take the DC. (We have a 4yo DS and 2yo DD, DS knows what to do, and DD is on reins. I only take one if I am going alone, so I can be in control, and only take DD if I am going out for a very short while or to a place where people know about my health).
DH fluctuates between the happy, gentle man I fell in love with - the man I want to be around - and then the grumpy, snappy man he is when in a low mood. I never know which I'm going to get. He says he worries about me constantly, which means he doesn't sleep well at night, and can't switch off at all if I go out (esp. with the DC), but he also gets cross that I don't do anything except sit at the PC all day. He does all the cooking and washing up, and goes to the shops (neither of us drive), but I do everything else. I put the kids to bed, take DS to school and pick him up (unless I am having a seizure, when DH grumbles about the timing), I keep an eye on them while DH spends hours in the kitchen cooking and washing up and making bread and doing all sorts of wonderful things which give him space to himself.
He is very introverted. He sees former collagues every few weeks, and resents and (I think) is jealous of the fact I have friends I talk to on skype. I have put up with this, have tried to just accept the bad days as "not him, but the depression" and ignored when he yells at the DC or me because he is at the end of his tether. Then, just as I think this is hopeless, or have an argument and stand up for myself, we'll have a good patch, and I feel like the worst person in the world for wanting to leave him. He is so emotionally reliant on me, I feel like I'd be destroying him if I left - not to mention I can't look after the DC alone, because it isn't safe while they are this young.
It's at the point where I am starting to cling to my online friends, and then of course DH accuses me of placing them as more important than our family. I find myself thinking that DH and I have so little in common, so little to talk about, but on a good day I don't care about that. We had an argument earlier and I was all set to call people and find out what I could do, but then it's like it never happened, he's all friendly and happy, and I feel this surge of guilt about it. Part of me wants to delete this and pretend I never typed it, that everything is all hunky-dory, but I can't, I feel like I need to get this out and validate how I feel on a bad day.