In the bath having a beer blogging on the phone, its about 9pm everyone else is in bed, lady x and baby x. As usual, left with a slight feeling of weightlessness: i cant help feeling oddly isolated. Dont get me wrong i deal with lots of people in day to day life and work but the woman i love, loved and hope i will do so again is just a husk of herself. I’m not sure if a diagnosis of depression does not disempower the patient. In that it places the responsibility for treatment and ‘cure’ in the hands of the medical profession not in those of the patient. Maybe thats just me. Anyway here i am in the dark metaphorically and actually trying to string a family together.
Its the easiest and most natural thing in the world if your head is in the right place, and lady x does not come home at 4am drunk last night.

What made her do that.

Is it me and if so what do i do? If it’s not me does further undermining myself and her with such a question make the situation worse?

Good night

T8