For the last week I have been having a recurring thought of just packing a bag and running away from my life. It has evolved into the thought of just going somewhere and drinking myself to the end. I don't know if I can shake the feeling, my wife does not seem to care about my dealing with the depression. I know the medication takes time to work, it has only been 3 weeks since starting. I figure if I run away and tell no one it will be easier.