So I've been depressed since November. I'm sure you all remember how I was convinced that my presents would turn neonatal children evil or shortly after that where I felt I was my husbands imaginary friend. I can't say things are better. I went through my suicidal cycle. Were I wasn't allowing myself to touch sharp objects. The crying mess part. Now I'm just comfortably depressed and my body weighs begillan pounds. On a rage slept at least 15 hours a day.

My husband came in about 7:30 pm to ask me if I took my meds yesterday. I nodded that I had and went back to sleep. Later he asked me to continue fighting the depression. I explained I don't feel like fighting it lm comfortable here. He responded that he'll wait as long as I stay. I told him I was no longer planing on going anywhere but its unfair for him to wait.

So its unfair for me to be guilt into leaving something that has finally became comfy again but it's unfair to make him wait, he's been waiting so long. How do we make it fair for both of us? His worst fear is that I'll become non responsive. They've already doubled my AD and are monitoring how often I take my prn. my side of the team is in the middle of changing pdoc. Which means I most likely no longer have walk in privlages, not like I used it. How do I know when I'm actually getting better?