It’s been three years since my husband was diagnosed with depression. His condition goes up and down. I know he’s suffering the most, but it’s hard on the family too. Even when I’m struggling, I can’t vent my pain or anger at him. We fight more, and I keep wondering why this happened. Taking time off work cuts our income, and blaming him only makes us both hurt more. I know I should be kind and supportive, but if it was that easy, it wouldn’t be such a struggle. Still, I think depression won’t heal unless the family understands. It’s tough because the symptoms aren’t always clear, but believing he’ll recover someday and facing it slowly together might be what matters.
※本記事は個人のうつ病体験談です。体験内容はあくまで個人の体験であり、医療アドバイスではありません。専門的なアドバイスを希望する場合は医師へ相談を。
※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.