Hello I used this site regularly back in December when my husband's depression grew to q point where I was changing our lives. I found so much support thur others who the monster of mental illness were causing heartship, pain and a need for understanding.
I'm posting today to let you know my personal story with living with a depressed (and in my husband's case other mental illnesses combined) has ended. The part of me seeking understand as to why matters no more and I know in my heart deep depression and serious mental impairment are NOTA meant for us "normal" people to understand. We will not understand thank goodness too.
My husband will die today. Last week he took an overdose of medications that caused his to go into cardiac arrest (his heart, breathing, pulse stopped) in the Emergency dept of a a hospital. They preformed CPR and after 16 minutes they were successful however as a result his brain was severally damaged due to 16 minutes of lack of oxygen. He has basically been on life support since. This has been the worst nightmare to go through. His brain function is zero and has been for 6 full days now meaning any type of recovery is impossible. A full team of doctors made the recommendation to remove life support efforts, I also agree and this process will begin today.
I don't feel like this is my last chance to say goodbye, that time passed at the time of the cardiac arrest. In the days I have spend at his bedside since I know with all my heart he is already gone and can even feel I'm sitting there alone. My large living family also supports this decision.
Here's why I'm sharing this with you: if you have any legal recourse and can force your depressed loved one into a mental health inpatient hospital. Please do it fight for it. I did! Since my husband's depression started showing up in our lives I had his commited 4 separate times. Three weeks ago he even admitted himself. In his case I firmly believe his sever depression manifested into some type of manic episode the evening he took the overdose.
We we all try to help our depressed loved ones and prey, plead, beg and desperately wish fir the monster is mental illness to become manageable. We just want relief for them and us. Well sometimes things end the completely wrong way.
As for me, I'm handling this as best I can which so far I think I'm well. My husband and I have 3 children ages 18,15 and 7 so their well being is my main focus. We'll struggle thur this tragic lose and it won't be easy or quick but mental illness has left our lives.
I'm posting today to let you know my personal story with living with a depressed (and in my husband's case other mental illnesses combined) has ended. The part of me seeking understand as to why matters no more and I know in my heart deep depression and serious mental impairment are NOTA meant for us "normal" people to understand. We will not understand thank goodness too.
My husband will die today. Last week he took an overdose of medications that caused his to go into cardiac arrest (his heart, breathing, pulse stopped) in the Emergency dept of a a hospital. They preformed CPR and after 16 minutes they were successful however as a result his brain was severally damaged due to 16 minutes of lack of oxygen. He has basically been on life support since. This has been the worst nightmare to go through. His brain function is zero and has been for 6 full days now meaning any type of recovery is impossible. A full team of doctors made the recommendation to remove life support efforts, I also agree and this process will begin today.
I don't feel like this is my last chance to say goodbye, that time passed at the time of the cardiac arrest. In the days I have spend at his bedside since I know with all my heart he is already gone and can even feel I'm sitting there alone. My large living family also supports this decision.
Here's why I'm sharing this with you: if you have any legal recourse and can force your depressed loved one into a mental health inpatient hospital. Please do it fight for it. I did! Since my husband's depression started showing up in our lives I had his commited 4 separate times. Three weeks ago he even admitted himself. In his case I firmly believe his sever depression manifested into some type of manic episode the evening he took the overdose.
We we all try to help our depressed loved ones and prey, plead, beg and desperately wish fir the monster is mental illness to become manageable. We just want relief for them and us. Well sometimes things end the completely wrong way.
As for me, I'm handling this as best I can which so far I think I'm well. My husband and I have 3 children ages 18,15 and 7 so their well being is my main focus. We'll struggle thur this tragic lose and it won't be easy or quick but mental illness has left our lives.




