One of my great heartbreaks

It has driven me nut for years that people who knew nothing about depression would try to tell Chris and I how to magically cure his illness. He needs to walk in the fresh air more, he needs to think happy thoughts, he needs to get over the past. When I wound has gone necrotic one does not tell a patient to just smile. He needed help to cut out what was too damaged to save and use neosporin or leaches or antibiotics and wrap it up clean. At our financial level he had been on a waiting list for over a year to get a psychologist. I was able to get counselors for the kids after a few months of bureaucracy but because Chris' problems were so severe the Behavioral Health dept would not release him to our insurance to get a counselor - they demanded to keep his account in house even though they had no one in house available for him. Financially he couldn't get his social security to come through so he wasn't taken seriously. At one point he was told to get a job as a Walmart Greeter - with Agoraphobia and Social Anxiety! I know he was doing his best. He was taking his meds, he was going to appointments. A year before his death he had a genetic test done that found his brain was not absorbing B vitamins and not absorbing the medications. They added a new med to help with that and were going to retry every med he'd ever been on to see if now that they were being absorbed they might help.