Last year, I resigned from my work. I have started working in my project and I have also started working with my kids. I wanted to provide them a better, more balanced childhood. We had made a lot of mistakes before, and I wanted to correct those as much as possible. I must say that my wife was not really part of my master plan. We didn't have a good, strong connection. We just lived next to each other. I didn't face the problem until the end of summer, when I recognized that my kids need a mother and I need a wife. Still, I needed a long time to understand the situation, to stop fighting, and around October–November, to realize, that she has a severe depression. Since that I have been working, fighting, struggling to get back my once beloved wife. I started supporting her, listening to her, appreciating her efforts regardless of the attacks she imposed in me. It was very hard. She didn't to accept the need, the situation. She didn't want to accept that we need help, she didn't want to go to the doctor, she didn't really tell the doctor what was going on, she resisted going to the psychologist, and she didn't forget to point out every single time that I am the cause of everything. And I can't deny that I neglected her for years, I was not a good husband and father of my family, I didn't behave and act how I expect it from myself, how I imagine a good person would do.

And after half a year of very slow progress - so slow that it seemed that nothing is moving - yesterday afternoon, she was once again the person whom I had fallen in love with. Well... almost that person. But I could see her again.

I have no doubts, we have still a long journey ahead of us. I have to take the blame, I can't fight back, I have to create for her a psychologically safe environment in order to - at the end - have a healthy family.

But yesterday, it was really magic. Not just my wife, but suddenly our kids as well. On this wonderful afternoon, they were full of confidence, they were part of the family, they hardly fought, they were communicating and collaborating. They were released - for that time - from the poisonous mood of a depressed person.

I write this post not to forget yesterday's afternoon, to be able to collect energy for the upcoming days and to be able to see the difficulties with the hope, that one day it is going to be just normal to be a healthy family.