After years of begging, my DH is finally going to be seen by a psychiatrist. He's been off meds since 2011 when he had his heart attack. It's been a struggle because he stopped taking his antidepressants too so he's been a real treat to live with for the past year especially. /saracasm.
I am glad that he's going to try to get some help again, but I am also realistic about how long it will take. Meanwhile, I have to live with his behavior while trying to parent two young kids, manage my own PPD and preexisiting mood disorder, and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
I want to detach with love, I guess. But I get angry and I don't know how.