is my family saner or crazier than I am?
Lately I've been doing well. The voices in my head are off on vacation, or may possibly have given up on me entirely, or maybe they're just doing paperwork, but they're not talking to me. And this is good.
I'm generally getting more done each day, and this is good.
I'm feeling hopeful about the future, and this is good.
What is not so good is that I am often crabby with my family, and especially I am on short fuse for them fighting. Right now my youngest son is crying and the others are being wild, and they should all have been going to sleep an hour ago.
My wife is short-tempered all the time these days, too. I feel like she is nitpicky with me and everyone else, and is so wrapped up in her world that she doesn't notice anyone else's life unless it intrudes on her plans, which she often forgets to share these days.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still better off than most people I know. I'm just starting to think that no amount of individual counselling is going to get any of us much farther until we start some family counselling, and we spend so much time seeing so many psycologists already that it's frankly getting close to out of hand.
So now the questions are, first, how do I know if I'm right about family counseling, and second, if I am right, how do I get my wife to convince me (not that I'm manipulative, no, not me)

Actually, the second one is pretty easy. I bring the topic up, and then I tell my wife all the objections I have to it, and then she tells me why they are stupid, and unless she really doesn't want to, we start.

The problem is that if I am not right about what I think ought to be done, in this instance going to family counseling, then we get into a big mess, and it's because I convinced her it was a good idea. My gut says it is a good idea, and my brain says that if it weren't a good idea, I wouldn't be able to realize that such a high percentage of my unhappiness these days comes from not getting along with my family. So I will talk to her about it as we go to sleep tonight, and by tomorrow she will be telling me that she thinks we ought to do it.