Had the worst weekend so far,he found the stash of lager I hide in the shed,well hidden too,he's obsessed with it,I allow him 2 cans a night,he really shouldn't be drinking at all with the meds he's on but what the hell,he's not got much else right now🥲I was upstairs cleaning,came downstairs to find him in the garden surrounded by cans,I lost it,what's the point of looking after him and keeping him safe if he's constantly searching for beer,he's been looking in neighbour's bins now for a few weeks,drinking the dregs from empty cans,he was never a big drinker,lots of other stuff I've coped with this last week,I'm on my knees right now crying myself to sleep every night,I hate my life.I'm waiting for a call from a brilliant nurse to ring me,she works at the psychiatric hospital,she rings every 2 weeks to see how things are,I've written every single thing down to tell her.Added to that,he's not sleeping more than 4 hours a night,I'm a carer doing 18 hour shifts on my own😭