BTDT. I had the "horrible episodes of sadness, anger and depression" and they'd last just as long.
Yes, I hated the APs and wanted to cut their hearts out with a spoon.
Yes, there were times when suicide seemed better than the pain. I remember checking to see if I could OD on Xanex to the point of death. Very scary.
Yes, I couldn't take care of myself let alone my DS. I swear he ate cookies for dinner more than one night during that time.
But WH stood by me and watched me carefully. He saw it. He saw me broken and shattered. He saw the woman he M was no longer there. We always ended up back in each others arms, though, trying to figure out our next move.
NOW...
Not so depressed. I look back at some of the feelings I had (almost 7 months ago for us too) and wonder what the hell I was thinking?!? Bad news, all that hurt, sadness, depression and pain has been transformed into anger. No, not just any "some dude cut me off on the interstate" anger. Rage anger. Rage I've never felt before.
R hurts. R isn't easy. R is your soul being drawn and quartered. You both need to press on even when it seems you can't.
For her, one little thing everyday helped me at the hardest times. Even if that one little thing was getting out of bed and taking a shower (yes, I was that bad).
For you, patience, understanding and "owning your shit." Be there. Even when it's scary for you. Take ques from your BS. There were so many times all I wanted to hear was "I'm sorry I did this to us." I don't think that could have been said enough. Back it up with actions, though, if you are move forward.
Hang in there.