Hi,
This is my first post and I am a new member. I apologise is advance if this post is a bit long.

DH has always suffered from depression and social anxiety. Together we’ve always worked through it and all has been good. We have two older children (20 & 17).

12 years ago he baca me seriously I’ll and spent over a year in hospital. He has been left disabled as a result but can still get around. He was prescribed citalopram to help with his mood as he was also diagnosed as having ptsd as a result of the hospital stay.

He decided a few months ago he’s fed up if taking lots of meds and decided to stop citalopram. Was difficult and he went through hell but he came out the other side and all was good. We did notice that he had more mood swings and now had a short temper but nothing we couldn’t deal with. We then made the fatal mistake of adopting a dog. Unfortunately the dog we already had would not accept her and she had to go back (she has since been adopted by a lovely family.) Since she has gone back life has been hell. She was only with us for 2 weeks.

That was 6 weeks ago and he has been rock bottom since. I’ve never seen him this bad. He has barely spoken to me or the children, he barely eats and is just miserable the whole time. He doesn’t work but I do and everything in the house is left to me (it’s always been that way but he won’t even let the dog out now). I’m at my wits end cos I don’t know what to do. He won’t go back on antidepressants, he won’t see doctor, children are confused as hell and we are all treading on eggshells. He’s always said to me that one day he will take his own life and I suppose I’ve kind of accepted that it will happen one day as he’s said it so often.
I just can’t take this anymore. It’s a living hell in the house at the moment and it’s getting worse. I wont let my mum visit cos I’ve had enough of apologising for his behaviour because he is so miserable.
I feel awful typing this but it’s been over 20 years and I’ve had enough. We are chalk and cheese personality wise and I can’t cope with him dragging me down any more. This isn’t a life, it’s a sentence.

If there was anyway I could help him I would but I’m out of ideas.

Any suggestions

Thank you