My long term boyfriend has suffered from varying degrees of depression for many, many years. A couple of days ago he plucked up the courage and spoke to his GP about it. I attended the appointment with him and he was very honest, and I am extremely proud of him for taking this step.
He was given antidepressants to start taking, and we’ve got an appointment to go back in a couple of weeks. He took the first pill yesterday.
But I suppose in my mind I wanted this appointment to be the miraculous moment where everything ground to a halt and started to get better. Wishful thinking I know!
So here we are, the day after, and already the waiting feels unbearable. He missed work today, and then in the evening he withdrew to the pub. I turned up to join him because I just wanted to be with him, causing him to feel like he’s being babysat. I asked if he’d taken the next pill today, he said yes, 5 minutes later I asked again to make sure, he said yes. I know I should have just accepted his first answer, but these pills feel like the only glimmer of hope, and I need to know he is in fact taking them.
I want this so much to work, and for him to feel better and to start back on track at work before he gets fired. But I know I have absolutely zero control over any of that.
I just don’t know what to do for the best :( how do I fill the weeks we have to wait to see if the antidepressants are going to help? It feels like an endless stretch of worry and fear at the moment...
Any advice, or anything at all, you can offer will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading x
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