After nearly 18 months of a downhill slide, my husband’s depression is lifting, in a big way. This recovery has everything to do with a new career path he’s chosen, for which he’ll begin training in just under a week.
I’m noticing the changes daily. Singing around the house. Tackling tasks he hates with good humor. Enthusiastically digging into a project he’s put off for months. Handling business details, career change details, and financial details with energy and efficiency. Honestly, it’s like he’s someone I haven’t seen for years.
It’s good timing. Between the wrench of moving our oldest and youngest away for school and the rapidly descending SAD season, I don’t have a lot of emotional reserves. I’m finding that the relief due to his major change in mood has allowed me some much-needed emotional down time. For at least a while I’ve been able to stop being the tough one, the together one, the responsible one.
In the past I’ve had a hard time trusting this type of turnaround. A giant dip in the depression roller coaster is so often just around the corner. But I’m taking it differently this time. I don’t know if it’s because of how thoroughly he’s improved, or if it’s a sign of how completely exhausted I was.
Either way, I’m enjoying the change.