So now I'm worrying that he's depressed and wondering if I should try and get him to go see a doctor. Of course, he's resistant ... But I insist its a good idea and it will make him feel better.
So he goes to the see the doctor, and I sit on pins and needles waiting to find out what he has. I'm thinking depression since he was a child of a broke. Home, has a alcoholism in a parent and stifles his emotions instead of talking about them. He might even have PTSD or a little bit of Borderline or something. I'm waiting anxiously for his call....it felt like it was taking forever. The longer it took, the more sure I became that he was definitely struggling with some kind of mental health issue and would be medicated and therapies and all that jazz and I started to panic a bit.
Then, just at the height of my anxiety he calls. He talked with the doctor for an hour, and came out with a prescription. A prescription for .... Wait for it .... Heartburn. (See first paragraph)
And much to my surprise the medication is working. He feels better, he's sleeping better and he's back to his old self. Not depression, not PTSD, not borderline.... Heartburn.
Insert crazy face here.
Guess I shouldn't quite my day job.