Out of Discombobulation, and Into....?

I have recounted to various members of my readership, and to varying degrees, the amazing amount of discombobulation which pervaded almost all happenings of my family in 2010, but I'll see how concise I can make the recap here:

BACKGROUND:
1. Sharon has a history of depression, which is rooted in experiences from her childhood, but which hit full flower in her adulthood.
2. I have been a very supportive husband through the years.
3. After 12-13 years of marriage, the ongoing mental ilness was making Sharon feel (understatement of the century alert!) frustrated and stuck.
4. After 12-13 years of marriage, my ability to be a supportive husband was beginning to feel its own strain.
5. All of this going on in and about everyday turmoil of life, including but not limited to: raising two kids, unemployment & subsequent employment, various ebbs & flows in personal endeavors & pursuits, ever-present financial concerns.
6. In 2009-2010, Sharon began exploring what I will, to borrow a phrase from a friend, simply refer to as "her 'woo-woo' stuff:" A series of alternative therapies & "energy work," out of pure desperation to get un-stuck.
7. I am skeptical of the scientific substance behind a lot of what she is exploring (and spending a lot of money on), but I also pride myself on Dismissing Nothing.
8. And, for whatever reason - for the first time in her life - Things Began Moving. This has been, alternately, incredibly promising and terrifying. What used to be months'-long slogs through a depressive fog has become pretty crazy, shorter, swings between feeling like she's on the verge of a new tomorrow and feeling like she wishes she was not alive.
9. A group of you gents got to see some of this first hand, last June, when The Fellowship was broken just a little prematurely out of the need to rush Sharon to the ER in the midst of a panic attack. That was pretty extreme, but there's been a lot of that sort of thing.
10. This past Fall - I was looking forward to Letting Things Go. For the first time in my adult life, I was not going to be in a band, in school, or in a theater company. A blessed, indefinite (& possibly permanent) stretch of down-time in which I could luxuriate and pursue nothing but my own pleasures on my own time. Wow - and remember, I now have a 6-minute commute, an inspiring career, and everything on the surface seems to be going my way.
11. Yet somehow, I entered the dead of Winter showing a number of signs of stress and was having a hard time figuring out how that could be, in light of #10.
12. That's when I remembered #s 1-9.

This is kind of the scary, bad post. I've got a happier follow-up post coming.