I believe that I have suffered from depression all my life. Finally, at the age of 42, I am trying to do something about it. I have become alot worse. The process is dragging. I have taken Zoloft, Welbutrin, and now am on Prosac. My doctor thinks that ADD may be a possibility also. I have the greatest husband, but he does not beleive in depression. He says, "Pull yourself together". He thinks I am making it up. That it is just a cop out as far as he is concerened. I had a really bad weekend, and he ended up putting his fist through our drywall. My 6 year old witnessed this along with the enormous fight. My husband just kept yelling at me. My poor son having to put up with my depression is bad enough, and now this past weekend. I don't know how to make my husband understand that it is an illness that I am trying to conquer. I don't want to be this way. If anyone has any suggestions, I would appreciate it. My husband has always been my bestfriend. I have always told him everything, but now I have to keep this to myself.