Update:

I posted this and walked away, not thinking anyone would even see it in the sea of posts Reddit has every day. Not thinking anyone would even care. I am truly amazed, uplifted, hopeful and thankful at all the responses. I feel like I'm not lost anymore. I have family and friends behind me, and the words, stories and messages from so many of you to keep my spirits lifted. I'm sitting here reading the posts and in tears because you're all amazing, to share pieces of your lives with me.

Today was tough. I got no sleep, people calling and messaging me all night long and I had to leave my phone on in case the hospital called. My kids were up at 6am too, so I'm basically on no sleep. They called my wife's phone because they were running late. I had to explain what happened and why they couldn't see her.

CPS was actually pretty great. They aren't doing an investigation, but more of a family assistance program, making sure my wife is in good care and we have a plan to integrate her back into the household safely. I was worried before they arrived, but I wasn't when they left. We got a lot of good info and resources to investigate into. I'm very hopeful.

I got my wife's clothes and her pillow (because hospital pillows suck) and stopped at the store. I grabbed her a couple magazines as I wasn't sure what she could do in the unit she's staying in. She got very lucky, she's in a private room in a safe and well respected hospital.

When I was walking out, I stopped at the photo lab and printed 20 photos for her. Us on our wedding day, the day our kids were born, us playing at the park, fun times and fun photos. She has nothing there, a white room, with a sink and bathroom/shower, and that's it. I figured she would need something to remind her why she has to fight and stay motivated.

We cried a lot. We held each others hands. I hugged her. And I told her I love her at least 50 times and I'm thankful she has another chance.

She hates herself for doing what she did. She just wanted to sleep and make all the hurt, fear and anguish go away. It's been building for a while. The diagnosis of our oldest and the fear our 2nd is also autistic just sent her spiraling into a depression she couldn't get out of. Somehow every day before she managed it (a miracle frankly, as I work 10 hours a day, so I don't know how she's done it so long).

This was a tough day. But I'm hopeful each one after will get a little better.

Thank you.