Over the last 20yrs my hubby has gone on numerous therapy sessions with me. He hates it, nor will he take what they say seriously. He has always had a hard time with my depressions.
He feel abandon or something.

But this depression is very bad. In Jan. he wanted me to go into the hospital. I wasn't nearly as depressed or attempted any overdoses.

About 10 days ago I took an overdose of my High Blood Pressure Med. When I started passing out, I told him. He said ok, but I am not taking you to the ER. He took my pressure about 3 times and said I was ok. I did wake up the next day. But his attitude was like so what !

I did go to the ER on my own a few days later, but they did not keep me. Again he had little compassion about my mental condition.

If I do it again, I will just pass out and not tell him.