Nothing like a mental health discussion with your husband to illuminate the fact that, while we both try, he has no fucking clue or real understanding after more than 10 years together.
My hubby doesn't get it either, but he supports me 100% when I have a depressive episode and puts up cheerfully with my quirks when my OCS flares up. Trying to explain depression and anxiety to someone who hasn't experienced it is like trying to describe a migraine to a person who has never had aheadache