I should be brilliant at this, DH had a major depressive episode for about a year a while ago, did well to eventually get though it, did all the things you are supposed to do. But it was a hard cruel year for us both. And nearly broke me too,
but we didn’t really address the fact that it’s not a one off, the men in his family seem prone to it. He can be very up and down and oh my god is he down today. I can feel my stomach clenching at the thought of the BH weekend going tits up.
We didn’t have much planned which I now regret.
he doesn’t recognise it as depression, it manifests itself as stomach pains ….
my instinct is to get in touch with some friends and sort myself out to be out for a bit of the weekend at least.