It's 2:30am, hubby and LO are sleeping. Just too much on my mind. He and I both suffer from depression (he's been formally diagnosed) I use to hurt myself in high school but stopped before graduating. I guess my family didn't believe I needed professional help. You could say we self-medicate with pot. Idk. is that wrong? we both work stupid jobs, neither finished college, trying to buy a house soon bc we decided to move in w/ my parents to save $$. i can't stand it here, neither can he. my husband keeps mentioning needing to see a therapist, but he won't help himself. so that's what I was doing at 1am looking at therapists in our area for him, but then I started to worry. I started thinking about what if he falls in love w/ his therapist. how ridiculous is that???? I never talk to anyone like this. It's just flooding my mind and it's terrifying. idk if I'm doing anything right. I'm scared and lonely.