Depression Stinks

Depression stinks whether it is mine or someone else's. I still have to put up with it. My grandson is depressed. He picks and chooses what he wants to eat. He is tired all the time. He doesn't want to do anything. We make sure he takes his medication, goes to a doctor and a therapist but still he is depressed. He says his medication is not working. Maybe it is not but if that was what is going on then the prosac should be the one to replace and not the Seroquel. The therapist says he may be bipolar but that is still going to require medication with other side effects. I just looked it up and the Seroquil treats bipolar so his talking about it not working isn't going to get rid of it. I can hear you saying so what?
Can you even imagine what it is like to have someone you love hurting and you know it and the person won't see it. I see this really neat kid - when he is doing well - being tired and irritated about everything and he won't acknowledge that he is anything but tired. I will talk to the therapist this week. That is all that I can do. What else is there?
Oh, yes, he has also decided that he is a vegetarian. He is eating but who knows if he is getting enough nurishment. I think the reason he is doing this is because it is something that will get to his grandfather. Then we can be the bad guys. I don't want to be the bad guy. I want to be the great grandmother. I just want to love him and be proud of him. Why can't he let me do that?
I guess I am saying that I am hurting here and there is nothing that I can do about it.