badandwicked
Bluelighter
Meh, it was nothing that I couldn't fix myself with some time and stern words with Madame Pontifex. As to seeking help, fuck that. I've had bouts of depression on and off all my life, was foolish enough to let some quack prescribe me citalopram years ago and will never go down that road again. Was forced to go into counselling when my panic attacks spiralled out of control during Uni and that was just one big joke. I have absolutely 0 respect for mental health professionals except for their goodwill. Psychology is still in its infancy. In a hundred years or so it'll be worthy of being called a science. For now it's just voodoo wankshite.
I wasn't talking about professional help. The best help I've ever had was from a sane drug free and trusted friend who when I explained my situation told me their honest opinion and gave me good advice on what I needed to do. Help & advice can come from the unlikeliest places, you've just got to reach a point where you seek or are receptive to it. Sometimes we surround ourselves with people who are too embroiled to help, and to have an accurate sense of perspective on the situation.
But yeah I'm feeling better and all is well in the nest, in fact this recent abyssal drop in relations between us led to a cathartic reappraisal of our situation and how to deal with it and we've come out better and stronger. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to top myself just because of a row with the missus. Life's been a bit shit to me in general for a couple of weeks but as I said things are looking up so yaaaay.
Fantastic, its great that you and her have been able to help each other out the other side.