Last night again I tried to talk to my husband about my depression, and once again he didn’t get it. He loves me and he did what he could to make me feel better and closer to him. I enjoyed his attention but I felt so alone afterwards. I goofed with my antidepressant - we went on a short trip 3 days and I didn’t take enough pills with me. I was slipping into a depression before we go home and even taking the proper dosage hasn’t elevated the problem. It is not the deep dark of the soul but is it unpleasant nonetheless. I suppose I have to accept that he will never get it but where does that leave me? I don’t want to be in therapy the rest of my life, especially if it is mainly to have someone who really gets it to talk to. I am getting better and better and even beginning to accept my ups and downs somewhat but I have no one to talk it over with in 3d but my therapist. I get scared sometimes tat this will cause problems in our marriage -- the depression and flashbacks have already put a strain on it that we have had to work through. And being depressed again is not helping my outlook.

dalila