My husband. He does not really understand mental illness - he is incredibly mentally strong. Sometimes, I just know in my heart that he sees mental illness as a sign of weakness. But here I am. He survived my suicide attempts with me. Was with me as I went to sleep for each and every ECT session. And stood by me every step of the way throughout my alcoholism and when I quit. He gets confused and impatient at times, but he has never left my side. Haven't had a panic attack in a while, but he would always gently talk me through them, reminding me to breath. Almost 16 years now he has supported me. There are probably some really deeper issues that I don't tell him, or anyone, but he is my best friend, soul mate and confidant. I tell him virtually everything. I am completely and utterly blessed to have him in my life. I love him unconditionally. He has helped mold me into the depression free person I am today. I don't think I could have done it without him.