Well, for those of you who followed my thread a week and half or so ago when DH was in hospital for major depression and suicidal thoughts, here's a bit of an update.
DH ended up spending 7 days in. He seemed more encouraged when he got out. We did decide that he could not continue at his job, so he did put in 2 weeks notice. He just finished his first week of that notice and it has been terribly hard for him. He back to having difficulty sleeeping and begins shaking as soon as morning rolls around and he starts getting ready to leave.
I keep telling him to remind himself that it is for a limited time, but he is so anxious and stressed about it that it is hard.
Course, I'm having trouble sleeping now, too, with my worrying about being the sole provider till he can find something, wondering if/when he WILL find something, and worrying about switching our health insurance, wondering if he will even be able to tolerate any job at this point, trying to refigure our budget and see where we can make cuts.
All this while trying not to let him see how worried and such I am because he is already feeling guilt and it isn't his fault.
And, I know this seems so minor and trivial, but I am just a teensy bummed about our cancelled trip to Disney. I KNOW it is so minor when I could have lost my husband to a bottle of pills and an empty field, but we've waited five years to go and the loss of that on top of everything else that has happened in the past two weeks just seems like the icing on the cake.
Anyway, I'm dealing. He's dealing. But, it's a bit harder now that he is out the hospital where he felt safe and back out in the real world.
DH ended up spending 7 days in. He seemed more encouraged when he got out. We did decide that he could not continue at his job, so he did put in 2 weeks notice. He just finished his first week of that notice and it has been terribly hard for him. He back to having difficulty sleeeping and begins shaking as soon as morning rolls around and he starts getting ready to leave.
I keep telling him to remind himself that it is for a limited time, but he is so anxious and stressed about it that it is hard.
Course, I'm having trouble sleeping now, too, with my worrying about being the sole provider till he can find something, wondering if/when he WILL find something, and worrying about switching our health insurance, wondering if he will even be able to tolerate any job at this point, trying to refigure our budget and see where we can make cuts.
All this while trying not to let him see how worried and such I am because he is already feeling guilt and it isn't his fault.
And, I know this seems so minor and trivial, but I am just a teensy bummed about our cancelled trip to Disney. I KNOW it is so minor when I could have lost my husband to a bottle of pills and an empty field, but we've waited five years to go and the loss of that on top of everything else that has happened in the past two weeks just seems like the icing on the cake.
Anyway, I'm dealing. He's dealing. But, it's a bit harder now that he is out the hospital where he felt safe and back out in the real world.