Hello. I would like to start this out by saying I'm not a writer, nor is this blog here to give advice, this is for me, so I have a place to be able to express my journey as I deal with my husbands depression. I want you to know I love my husband so very much, he is a amazing man that has brought the best out in me. I do not however love his depression, in fact I hate it. I hate that it robs me of my partner my best friend. I hate that it changes me into someone else as well. I hate that I am expected to be the champion, the savior. Google dealing with a depressed spouse ya know what comes up how to help them, what you need to do to make their life easier. Fuck that. Of course I want to help him, but damn it what about me.