I am not struggling (with both success and abject, selfish failure) to "maintain", or to somehow silently pump energy into someone who has none of their own. It's a relief, but I'm also a little lost and disoriented right now. I want to cry, but I don't really feel upset. I just think that there's still bits of dammed-up stress and emotion left that's draining out.

It's really strange to be a collateral victim of Depression. My husband has certainly suffered far more from it, but it's really only now hitting me how much it was draining from me, as well.