'Invaded? said:
I've asked her before if she's happy, and she says of course she's happy. She gets defensive and just blames it on "our life is stressful right now" if I point out that she never really seems happy.I'm not quite sure how to go about suggesting she go to counseling. Pretty sure she'd be completely shocked if I ever suggested it.
I've been to counseling three times in my life. I went a few times in 2004 at the urging of my then wife (now divorced) due to severe depression and some major drama going on in my life. One of the very first things this professional asked me was "how often are you working out", to which I replied "not at all". He gave me a trial rx of Zoloft and I took it hoping it would end the depression and get my life back on track. I also started working out with some regularity (late night walks, nothing too taxing). Well, I hated the Zoloft and couldn't wait to get it out of my system. The exercise did more for me and eventually, I pulled out of my funk without having to visit the therapist more than 3 total times.I went to marriage counselling with my then wife in 2005 to try and save our marriage. We went a total of 3-4 times and it helped a little, but not much. We both wanted different things from each other and while we were able to survive together for 2 more years, we just never could get on the same page and eventually we split in Dec. 2007. But I do think the marriage counselling was important and I'm glad we did it. Even if it didn't lead to a happy, long, fulfilling marriage with her, it allowed us to see that we just weren't right for each other.During the divorce process in the fall of 2007, I again went to see a therapist, a different one. I was back to being severely depressed and was at a point where all I wanted to do was drink myself to sleep and I didn't care if I ever woke back up. It was the bleakest I've ever been in my life. One of the first things the guy asked me (after I begged him for pills to make me not depressed) was how much I was working out. "Not at all" I said. And he told me what I already knew and that was people who exercise regularly 3-4 times a week are far less likely to develop depression and is a natural way to stave off depression without the interaction of anti-depressants. So I started training for a half marathon soon after and have been exercising with some regularity ever since. When I start to feel mopey or sad, I ask myself "well, are you exercising regularly" and if I'm not, I hit the pavement, hit the gym or - as of a few months ago - hit the bike. This long rambling diatribe is just another effort to say that depression can (in many cases) be combated with regular exercise. And if your wife is willing to read this or anything related to this subject, perhaps she'll give it a try. But you can't make her do it. That's the rub, right? I feel for you. If she gives counselling a try, I would bet the therapist would tell her to work out regularly before writing a script. All I got. Good luck, man.