The Idea That “Depression Is Contagious”

I’m a housewife in my 40s with three children, and I have depression. Have you ever heard the phrase “depression is contagious”?

In my personal opinion, I think it’s true. Of course, it’s not like a virus or bacteria spreading like a cold, but in my case, my husband ended up with depression too.

So, how does it “spread”?

Reflecting on myself, when my depression is at its worst, I spend all day in bed, leaving housework and childcare entirely to my husband. My mind is consumed by negative thoughts, and I’m trapped in a cycle of wanting to die, staying shut inside the house every day.

In that state, my husband is the only one around to bear the brunt of my negative emotions. I end up lashing out at him emotionally over everything.

For my husband, he’s desperately trying to support me and our family, but sometimes I throw words at him that feel like a complete rejection of his efforts. Yet, he has to hold back and not argue too strongly, enduring it all.

After months, even years, of living like this, the smile completely vanished from my husband’s face. When I urged him to see a doctor, he was diagnosed with depression too.

It’s incredibly tough for the person with depression, but it’s also really hard for the family supporting them. That’s what depression does.

※This article is a personal depression story. The content is solely based on personal experience and is not medical advice. Consult a doctor for professional advice.