Saving my beloved husband

Here I am asking for help for my husband, my childhood sweetheart. We met when I was 15 and he was about to turn 18 and he has never left my side since then. He has brilliant mind and a heart of gold, my friends used to call him the “Forest Ranger”, I know sounds weird but that what he was, always looking after me and others around. He has a hard shell but inside he is all soft, kind of like an M&M...Material things were never his thing, sure he loved a good bike, spending money at amusement parks or paying for my family’s plane ticket to come visit me, but he was never worried about having the best or latest thing. He didn’t care for that. You will never find a more loyal person than him, nor a better protector than him. He was reckless in that sense, if he had to jump in front of a car to save you he would, no hesitation. He was a talker, I’m the quiet... he is the hyper, I’m the laid back. He was the joker and I was the one laughing all the time. There cannot be one without the other and then we were 3, we have a wonderful, thoughtful, loving son. We were all buddies, movies, camping trips, motorcycle races, amusement parks all the fun things normal families do together. As I write this you will noticed sometimes I write in past tense, no he didn’t die... physically... you see ever since we met back in 1986 he has been battling his demons, he has anxiety, depression and a little ocd but now at 50 years old he has hit rock bottom and he is losing his light. He came crashing down this past weekend, he didn’t want to see anybody, didn’t want to talk to anybody and kept saying he was tired and done. He didn’t want to live anymore, that his head was going to explode, that it wasn’t fair for me or our son to have such a burden. It’s a horrible thing to experience as a spouse and even more devastating is to have him committed into a psychiatric unit so he won’t take his life. To see the love of your life broken and sobbing sitting on the couch leaves you numb long enough for you to react and call for help, so I gave him a kiss, I told him I loved him, I told him I was sorry for what I was about to do... and called 911. I’m asking you to find it in your heart to help me get the help he needs. Medical bills will be almost $10,000 to begin with and of course we have all the house bills. People always tell you... don’t worry about that now... sorry, bills don’t wait. I know my story is just like many others maybe even yours, I know my story is not the most tragic but it’s not less painful. All I’m asking is that when you look thru campaigns to donate to also think about people like me, people in the middle. I’m not saving the world and it’s not the most horrific story out there but I’m crying for help. I’m asking for 2 things 1) can you at least donate a dollar? And can you please share the story with your friends? That’s all... BTW, that picture is him and my niece’s friend at my husband’s machine shop last year. He loved teaching everything about machining, he loved research and development. We had to closed the business last December, big blow for him but he just swallowed the pain and moved on, he had other people to look after ...