It got worse and worse and worse etc. I just kept sliding down hill. I tried to kill myself a few times. My husband finally got me into the doctor. (one of my problems when in a deep depression is massive panic attacks when faced with going to the dr.)
The doctor talked to me and put me on a couple of medications. I started slowly returning to at least a semi normal state. Quite honestly I'm not a hundred percent sure when this was. It was mid spring I believe. I started really getting better just in time for my husband to go back out to sea.
I'm sure he was glad but I'm betting that he was wishing I had been normal while he was home. I mean I warned him while we were dating that I had clinical depression and General Anxiety Disorder. He said he understood. But I'm sure he didn't.
About 2 weeks after my husband left I found out I was pregnant again. It was not good timing. The baby was due 2 months after he was due to be discharged. I told him. He wasn't super happy which meant I wasn't either. He finally got back from patrol at the beginning of August. We were looking forward to coasting through his last few months of service and using all the free time to find him a high paying civilian job.
That wasn't going to happen he got told that he was needed on another boomer. They were short crew members so yay for you shipmate you get to fill in. He had only been home a week and they were sending him back out. We were NOT happy to say the very least.
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