I'm really starting to suspect that, when I met my wife, she was pretty much on the verge of suicide, and had mostly made her mind up by then, but gave life another shot after falling in love with me.

The more time goes on, the more it's starting to look like she's losing the battle against her demons, and getting too exhausted to keep up the fight.

I've never felt more helpless in my life. I would do anything to save her.