I'm in my third day of a depression. The meds aren't helping and I don't see my pdoc until Friday. I'm afraid I might hurt myself or someone else I feel so black inside. I hate this hollow feeling, I try to fill myself with things I enjoy but they just slip out of the bottom of this black hole. I just can't deal with my life right now and unfortunately my wife isn't equipped to help me through this. Her response is to run away from the problem instead of trying to help me work through it. I know it's mostly because she doesn't understand my illness very well. I try to explain how I feel but the words are hard to come and I feel like I'm not making any sense. I go to work every day even though I just want to crawl into a hole and hide. I just want it to end. I can't cope any more.
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