I woke up this morning not very interested in even getting out of bed and just like most mornings since 2014 when my husband's mental impairments started to drive away friends and family. We live in an isolating way that reduces instances of destructive outbursts. This doesn't eliminate them. I'm mentally recovering from my bedroom door being kicked in three days ago. DH's behavior filter is gone and when he becomes angry, he can be destructive. I live keeping a calm home. I realize today that I need to find a better way forward. I've let my interests and hobbies slide and am watching too much TV and snacking. It is a lonely and stressful existence where DH is not functioning at a mental level to understand my needs and or be any help. I am good at managing all the responsibilities to finances, home, and DH health, but in there, I lost myself. I am still young and this is a hard, thankless life that has been endless.