My dh and I have hit such a low point, mostly due to his depression, and I just don't know what to do about it. He's just always so worried about money and stuff that we have zero control over. I applied for a really good job, and I have a good chance of getting it, but he still isn't happy about the extra income. Nothing is good enough, ever. He won't get on meds. He won't go to counseling. It's like living with Eeyore. And I know that sounds shitty, but fucking hell. I've struggled with depression and suicidal ideation my whole life. I can't do shit for him until he decides to help himself. Everyday, he comes home from work, drinks three shots of whiskey, and falls asleep. I can't imagine living the rest of my life like this.