He had a good start to the day yesterday and then therapy stirred up all his pent up emotions. I am running out of words to support him. It's hard to tell him things will get better when my own depression makes me doubt those words. I brought him home from therapy, crying, and tried to talk to him. He is so hopeless - it is breaking my heart. I've been up all night crying when I should have been at work.
The words and phrases he uses sound like they could come right out of my own head - that is where the guilt comes in. He is so much like me. It's hard to convince him to hang in there when I want to check out myself. Sometimes - I really think my family would be better if I left for a while. Then they could heal without me dragging them down.
I've battled this stuff my whole life - seeing my kids go through it is almost too much!