Why go?

Since we had the 4x per week conversation a day or so ago, home has been bleak. H is sleeping a lot and moping about the house, occasionally saying things like, "Well, maybe I'll go to Afghanistan and be a suicide bomber. That seems like a quick way to die."

While I want to say, "Oh, honey, you must be very upset to be talking about suicide. Let's get you to the doctor," I don't say anything.

I've been trying to get him to a Dr. about his depression for some time.

Now he is talking about suicide again…at what point do you intervene? (Now, I've already called his doctor.)

And at work, I've been getting email from H about how to deal with a spouse with depression, that it's not them, it's a disease and etc.

Work too seems rather meaningless…

It just seems like there is so much pressure right now that I just want to walk away from home and from work. Not just in the romantic "ride off into the sunset," but in the "I just don't want to deal with all this anymore. It costs too much and is not fulfilling at all. It just isn't worth it."

And it isn't depression on my part, I don't think.

It's more about what isn't working for me. Maybe it's just a time to shed the stuff that doesn't work anymore. It's about cutting losses.

Now, I know myself well enough that the drastic solution (leaving) is easier than waiting and waiting. Sometimes, tho', the drastic solution is not the right one long term; besides, H needs care and I can't just walk away from that.

"Why go home?" Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam asks, plaintively. Why indeed?