Mornings are bad. I get him up, give him some breakfast, and I go back to bed. I stay in bed feeling apathetic. Sometimes I don't get dressed till 3 or 4 p.m. This is depression. It's miserable.

I'm making dinner. It will be ready at 10:30 p.m. He just asked me, "What's holding up the effin dinner?"

I try to explain that I'm very depressed. He doesn't know what I'm talking about.

I keep getting better, only to fall into the black tar pit again.