My daughter has just text me from her holiday. Do this, do that, why is it that no one understands what pain we go through. She means well I suppose. So much so that I have found this morning impossible and I’ve gone back to bed with a tea and biscuits. I’ve cried for my wife for two hours and then the home called to say she’s tripped over. She’s ok but it’s just one more thing on my mind. The day drags and I can’t drum up any interest for anything. does anyone know the signs of slipping into clinical depression? That’s what I’m afraid of.