And this is not depression. It is sadness. I am able to control myself. When in depression, I can't get out of bed.

As I said before, W was supportive during my illlness. Now she is critical of my illness. W says it is not in my hands, but regrets being a carer. That hurts.


Me: 43, W: 43
M: 16, T: 18
D - 7, D - 7
ILUB: 26 August 2014
Still living together