Trigger warning for discussion of suicidal thoughts.





Stopdog, In one instance, it involved the house that we share. I was feeling overwhelmed and totally crowded. My husband wanted more bookshelves (we already had several). I told my husband how very depressed and distressed I was, and I felt like if we had one more thing in an already crowded, small house, I would have a total meltdown and absolutely could not handle it. I think I actually used the words that if he brought in the bookshelves and added more STUFF to the house, it would kill me. Or I would kill me. He brought in the bookshelves anyway, and then called my doctor all distressed and surprised when I could barely get out of bed and only did so to take steps toward the suicide plan I had.