<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905116459788167407</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:53.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression: A husband's struggles</title><subtitle type='html'>A Husbands daily thoughts on dealing with his wifes depression.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938435819599736814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Bm4I-B_4Cs/SUyOfnLQvmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jqvT93WTcUo/S220/lonely.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905116459788167407.post-6304914357177669603</id><published>2008-12-21T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:42:02.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did some volunteer work with the kids, we volunteered doing food ditribution for the needed. My wife wasn't able to attend due to a ankle that won't allow her to be on her feet to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and my wife was up and out of her room, I thought to myself "this is a good thing". I'm glad to see her out of her room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night she took a nap and I was in another room when I got a call from her on my cell phone. She was asking me to turn of some food she had in a crock-pot. I sent her a text that said "I thought you were calling to see me....lol". Which was my hope! Silly that was my first thought when I saw it was her calling my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a reply saying "Come see me Baby", how can four words send me into such a feeling of joy. I went in the room to see her, and she asked me to lay down next to her. So I did, and she gently stroked my head and for some odd reason and deep swell of emotions came up within me. How can a simple touch bring me into such a state, bringing tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just her touch alone brought me into a state of peacefulness and pure joy. She was in a very come state of mind, her eyes projecting love and caring that I needed so much. I could help but think that I hope she was getting as much from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and laughed about things we did when we were a young couple. Happier times, it was so nice, so far from the loneliness, I was in pure heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my wife for this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905116459788167407-6304914357177669603?l=ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6304914357177669603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/6304914357177669603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/6304914357177669603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938435819599736814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Bm4I-B_4Cs/SUyOfnLQvmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jqvT93WTcUo/S220/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905116459788167407.post-5732613492733711392</id><published>2008-12-20T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:17:08.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you up</title><content type='html'>Just like clock work 3:30am and I for some reason wake up, I have been having trouble sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am awake in the dark, alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. What a scary thought, with so many direction for my mind to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a little different, I have somewhere to direct my thoughts. I don't have the frustrating stare into a dark room. I told my wife about my waking up around 3am every morning and she also said she does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go see her, like I want to every night. Just to give her a kiss! Usually I just sit here in the dark, going where my mind takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905116459788167407-5732613492733711392?l=ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5732613492733711392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/5732613492733711392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/5732613492733711392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-up.html' title='Are you up'/><author><name>Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938435819599736814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Bm4I-B_4Cs/SUyOfnLQvmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jqvT93WTcUo/S220/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905116459788167407.post-8224633053300181965</id><published>2008-12-19T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:42:24.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>My wife came out and cooked dinner for the first time in months. I cant remember the last time she cooked. I am so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen with her and wanted to say so much to her. I long for any type of interaction with her. I didn't want to push by bombarding her with to much to fast. So I kept everything in, and just spoke when she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't speak much, if not occupied by the food, she would watch the TV that was on. I was not even an after thought to her. I have learned from my research on the illness not to take anything personal. It's not her intention to disassociate herself from other, but I couldn't help but feel sad, that she didn't want to interact much with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat at the couch and I found myself constantly looking over at her, hoping to catch her eye even for a second but it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate and she went back upstairs to her room, and I am here in the kitchen feeling so lonely, tears in my eyes. I can't help but feel guilty for wanting more than she can give right now, I am trying to find a way to express my feeling right now in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness is getting harder to deal with everyday. That old saying you don't know what you have till it's gone is so true for me. Like most husbands I think, no, I know, I took her for granted for so many years. Now that it's gone, how much I wish I could have that time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must acknowledge that she made a big stride today and that I am glad at the time I had with her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my wife very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905116459788167407-8224633053300181965?l=ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/feeds/8224633053300181965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/8224633053300181965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/8224633053300181965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938435819599736814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Bm4I-B_4Cs/SUyOfnLQvmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jqvT93WTcUo/S220/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905116459788167407.post-6706302041639326994</id><published>2008-12-19T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:35:05.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log 1 Dec 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>My wife has been diagnosed with depression, she has started counseling and medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way for me to truly understand what my wife is going through. I am trying to educate myself so I can be more understanding and helpful to her. I go to web sites/forums that deal with depression and to be totally honest, I am no closer to understanding even a small part of this disease. Only because it's such a complex issue that one cannot understand unless you yourself have struggled with this illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only shed some light on how it affects the love ones in their life, such as myself. I will be truthful and honest in sharing my thoughts, hoping it may help me to deal with many emotions and make me into a more understanding/supportive husband that she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the illness first came to light to me, I didn't know how to deal with it. I asked for help and I was told to give her "her space". I was told to back off so she can find a way to cope with this in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did, and my wife started to isolate herself in her room. Day's turned into weeks and it progressed into us not talking to each other for a whole month. During this month, I was taking care of our 2 kids, cooking, cleaning, and mostly all the household duties. Me not fully understanding depression, I started feeling angry. Angry at her for not talking to me or our children, not wanting to be with us. I couldn't understand why she just totally forgot about us and didn't seem to care. She also felt like nobody cared about her as well, as I learned when I finally had enough and confronted her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that month of not talking, I did some sole searching and happened to read a book by the Dali Lama "An open heart". It gave me a way to rid myself of all the anger and frustration that I was feeling, and allowed my to see that I would not be happy unless I get my best friend and wife back. It was a great feeling of clarity for me, I knew that I needed to get more educated about my wife's illness and get her back into my life some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of all negative emotions and now am concentrating on being a more positive and supportive husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dealing with my issues, such as a very deep feeling of loneliness. I can't seem to shake it, I find myself not able to sleep. Constantly thinking of my wife, wishing I could be near her, wanting to just be with her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still trying isolating herself but I am trying to get her out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog to help me deal with my emotional issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife very much and don't want to lose her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905116459788167407-6706302041639326994?l=ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6706302041639326994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/log-1-dec-19-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/6706302041639326994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905116459788167407/posts/default/6706302041639326994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahusbandsbattle.blogspot.com/2008/12/log-1-dec-19-2008.html' title='Log 1 Dec 19, 2008'/><author><name>Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01938435819599736814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Bm4I-B_4Cs/SUyOfnLQvmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jqvT93WTcUo/S220/lonely.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
