My brilliant husband, with no history of psychiatric problems, started taking Ambien on 10/31/14 for routine sleep problems and drowned himself in our swimming pool on 11/21/14. There was no note, no hint, no nothing. I had gone to work that morning and left him with a to-do list, which my then-16-year-old son and I found on the counter with many of the items ticked off. He must have had a psychotic episode - I have no other way of understanding this. He was a rock - the go-to person. And now he's dead. I'm bereft, financially stressed, and about to add "empty-nester" to my "widow" category, as my son heads off to college. There's so much more... I was a murder suspect, I'm having trouble selling our house because it's "the dead house" .... I am a strong woman, but I am so tested and my dear son has no way of understanding what I'm going through.