He's done the psych hospital before. He doesn't want to go back and hasn't been suicidal since about March. He doesn't want to go back because all they did was put him on a bunch of meds to make him a zombie and then yanked him back off after the three days. The part that is particularly driving me nuts is the lack of telling me things (like quitting his job) and not wanting to work. He hates being at work; he hates being at home. He doesn't seem to care that we need the money. He would just rather sit and play games on his computer all day. I have a hard time relating to that, primarily, because I would love to do that too, but adults have to work! Whether we like it or not, we have to work and it's a part of life. When he is home, he is doing nothing to better the house (dishes, laundry, etc.), he just sits.

The most frustrating aspect of it is that doctors just say "oh, he's depressed, here's some meds". I am really trying to be understanding, but I am starting to reach the end of my patience.