Hi, thanks to anyone who takes time to read this post, it will be long, but I feel I have to give a lot of context, so bare with me and thanks for your patience, I feel very anxious and overwhelmed right now.
About me, I am a full time worker, with two kids. I negociated flexible hours, so I go to the office till lunch time, then go home to my kids, and when I put them to bed I work for three hours or so and then go to sleep. I've always been really good in studies, work, if I have a problem I get in a full proactive way of solving. I have always been the strong and independent type and people trust my judgement because I am very practicall and have a skill to talk down any mountain-like problem that anyone has, and help them look the good side or the solution.
About my husband, he is awesome. He is smart, funny, caring and all that is great. But he has this thing, he gets really anxious and go to the worst case scenario when anything go wrong, then I talk him down, and everything's good again.
About my depression, here is the summary:
- on 2018 I was scamed by my best friend and lost my business and money. [The friendship and betrayal really kicked me down, the money hurt, but I knew I could bounce back]
- On 2019 I had my first kid, she had problems at birth due to negligence and she almost died, my birth was as traumatic and violent as it can get, and my baby stayed at the NICU for a month, but happily she bounced back and now is a healthy normal kid.
- Pandemic kicked my butt. We had 7 months of lockdown in a tiny appartment.
- On 2021 I almost lost my uterus for the first time due to a benign tumor that got operated really late, due to hospitals being full with Covid patients. Finally, one doctor took a leap and said he would try to save it, and he did.
- On 2022, I had my second kid, and I almost lost my uterus in the process, due to an hemorragic episode.
So, when my first kid arrived, I pulled through rather well, I kept going and fighting myself to be a good mother, wife and employee.
When my second kid arrived, my energy levels went to cero. I was tired all day. I started going in this automatic mode and being a false good mother, wife and employee. Didn't enjoy my time with the kids. Started lashing out about everything. Started to fall behind and make a lot of mistakes at work. My kids started to resent it and got really tantrumy-angry kids. That was the last straw and I finally got around to stop, realize and admit I have a problem that I can't solve, and got help.
My diagnosis felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. I wasn't failing, I wasn't bad, I was sick. The medication has helped a lot and I am enjoying life again, yet not really over the mountain just yet.
Now to the point (finally, so sorry for the long rant):
My husband has reacted really bad about depression diagnosis on a few close people. He thinks it's a desease that makes you cry all day and not have any good moment. Also, I know that he will start blaming himself, thinking I am worse than I am, that he failed me and that's why I am depressed. I know I will have to talk him down and reassure him. And the thing is, I have been keeping this from him in a coward way because I don't feel I can handle his reaction. So, I really want to tell him, but I need advise on how, and how to handle his reaction. This thing is the only things that gets me in an anxious crying mode, because I hate keeping it a secret, I feel really shitty, and I don't know how to get over with it, and how to reassure him that it's not his fault and to minimize the worst case scenario that I know he will get in to.
Sorry, this got too long. I appreciate everything you can tell me about your experiences and advices. I am new to this diagnosis although I have had syntoms for years, and don't know how to handle it very well.