Michelle, after we chatted the other night, I thought of something else that might help you (or, when he is in the right frame of mind to hear it, Corey.) One very wise thing that my doctor said to me (over a year ago at the worst crisis of my depression, when my relationship was also at the point of destruction over how I'd acted while depressed and the fact that I let it go on so long without being willing to get treatment) was her observation that I was coming to her with this perspective as if I could just will myself into being better, into not being depressed, into not having a chemical imbalance in my brain. I was beating myself up for being weak enough to slide into a deep depression after many years of being in a "well" state of mind.
She said that I needed to take this situation, this illness, as seriously as a diagnosis of a heart defect or diabetes, because it was nearing the point of being life-threatening. And part of taking it seriously is realizing that it's NOT a moral failing or inability of willpower that I suffer from depression - that part is biological and out of my control - but what I can control is trying to take steps to treat and prevent it. That means taking an antidepressant for now (I've been back on them ever since), trying to address the factors that tend to worsen the depression (among other things this means getting regular exercise to build endorphins, taking a sleep aid so that I don't suffer from insomnia on top of it all, and using a SAD lamp in fall and winter when I'm most negatively impacted by the lack of daylight.) It also means watching for signs and patterns of a depression coming on, and enlisting the help of my loved ones not only to be a source of support, but to help me recognize those signs too when I'm not able to see them myself. Part of the reason that my depression was so deep last time was because I ignored the warning signs, and ignored the observations of family members who had seen me go through it before and were worried about me.
So far, that plan has been helping me to keep on an even keel ever since that low point. Even when I was deeply sad, frustrated, or stressed over tough situations, it was within the normal spectrum of emotions and not the dark, critical lows that come with a prolonged clinical depression.
I'm so, so sorry that it's so rough right now. I'm thinking and praying for you and Corey. I was able to see him at his best when Celia and I met with the two of you for dinner, and it makes me so sad that he's in such pain - and I'm devastated by what you're going through, Michelle.
I hope that you know how very much you are loved around here. I know it doesn't help make matters better at home, but our love is there nonetheless.