Major Depressive Disorder

I'm going to ask my husband to go for walks with me one day a week. I realized his depression is also really suffering. I checked his toothbrush this morning after he left for work. He's not even brushing his teeth.

Ive asked for him, a few years ago, to work out with me. I asked every few months for nearly a year. He won't.

He doesn't take me on dates, it's been years. He doesn't flirt with me. He is loyal, honest and responsible, respectful. He's my best friend. But a short walk once a week isn't a lot to ask, and for a man whos best coping skill for his own depression is avoidance and distraction, I'm have to ask for this walk. Just once a week, to help us both. He is so miserable, I bring him joy, I'm funny, and goofy and we have a lot of fun. But when I'm down, and can't make him laugh, we just suffer silently apart. But he's letting his hygiene suffer, and doing anything but spending time alone with screened distractions in his free time. Sure, I can go sit with him, but I am hollow. I won't sit by and watch my husband rot.

That's my solution. He take one short walk with me a week, or I stay on the couch until he has a better idea himself. I've nothing to pull from today, this week, this last month. I am empty. The stifling ideation has past, thank god, you want brain thought during a panic attack read the above. But, I know its reprieve only temporary. I've the coping though. On to the next day.