You know, if you live with a depressed person, it's catching. Our whole family struggled with watching him suffer, feeling the sadness for his suffering. I think we all had a little bit of depression ourselves because his suffering was so intense.
I have struggled with a low level of depression my whole life. I don't remember a time when I didn't feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. As a little girl I had some of that extreme sensitivity that Matthew did. It never was debilitating for me. It's never affected my ability to live a normal life. But here was my child taking my struggle with depression to the nth degree. I felt so sad for him and so helpless to change it despite all the attempts we made.1