Every day for the past 9.5 yrs since my son died. Depression sucks. Met w/ psychiatrist, counselor's, and my MD. They tried multiple drugs. Most made me so flat I didn't care about anything. Others made me violent and the slightest aggregation made me want to hurt people. Got off all the drugs. I don't sleep more than.a ccouple hrs at a time then toss and turn for hrs and sleep a little more.

Not trying to scare you but the only way I get thru each day is remembering I have two other sons that need me. So I put on a fake front. It's all I can do. Staying busy with projects; at home, my sons house and my cars help. Its still not the same and I know I'm not the person I was. I feel very bad for my wife. She deserves better.

I hope you have better luck than I have.