On Tuesday, May 17, 2016 at 6:15 a.m. my husband, Vincent, tried to end his life.
For most of his life, Vincent has battled depression. I knew this when I married him, but I didn’t mind because I love him and I really believed this was something we could “battle” together. I was wrong. Over the last few months, Vincent’s depression became worse, and while I really believed I could help him through this, I was unable too.
I understand that some people may see this as a cowardly or selfish act; I do not. For Vincent, it was a cry for help; an irrational act that occurred during a rock bottom moment, committed by one of the most rational and logical people I know.
I did not start this blog for sympathy or attention, but to let everyone know that mental illnesses, whether it be depression, bipolar disorder, panic disorder, whichever, are serious business. If you see the signs of someone in crisis, don’t ignore them, don’t think you alone can help them through it — get them the professional help that they need ASAP.
I almost lost my best friend and the love of my life. Thankfully, he now knows that his story is not over, and is doing what needs to be done to get better. It’s a process, and Vincent has a long road ahead of him. But unlike before, he now has hope.
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