Along came another down cycle. She became severely depressed. Nothing made her happy. I sat for hours and listened to her complaints about work, our marriage, her family, etc. I did everything I could to try and help her through it.
Major depression is very, very difficult for loved ones to deal with.
One day I came home from work early and walked in on her in the bathtub. I was surprised that she was there, as she was supposed to be at work. I started to insist that she resume treatment. I went as far as calling her doctor myself. She had told me that she had urges to hurt me sometimes, so I made it clear that she was either going to the doctor or back to her mother's.