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When I was starting to hit puberty, my mother got a severe depression, culminating in a suicide attempt. I remember her for the following ten-ish years as just sitting on her chair and reading or in her bed. When she managed to have a shower, it was a great day for her.
My father managed it all. Still had his taxing job, but now doing all the household, cooking, raising the kids and being supportive for my mother. He was there as father, as provider, as a husband. Eventually my mother was healing and back to her former, energetic self.
I don't know how my father did it, honestly. My wife and I are struggling with managing our two children as is, if my wife were out of the equation I'd collapse immediately. Granted, my sister and I were a lot older than my kids are now, when shit hit the fan, but still...crazy impressive.
So yeah, basically he is a role model in perseverance and a lot of other things.