Quote: As it was for me. But she was in a position to do something about it. She could have helped me, no she SHOULD have helped me. But she did not. She whined, whimpered and complained. Made me feel worse since I couldn't help myself.
Ah, but it's not easy, my friend. Certainly not easy for the layperson to know how to help someone with depression (or even to recognize it) and sometimes not easy even for a professional like myself (my depressed H did a pretty good job of convincing me all his problems were due to my inadequacies).
And yes, I do know how you feel - because I felt that my H should have been able to see how sick I was with my hyperthyroidism and should have taken charge of my medical care instead of leaving me to muddle through with my foggy brain. But you know what? He was so used to thinking of me as strong and capable, he just couldn't see that I needed his help. Maybe your W was the same way?
I'm not saying any of that excuses how she's handled things now. But if you can get to that point of loving detachment, where you don't take everything she does as a referendum on your own self worth - things will go better. I promise, it's a much better place to be.
