I don't see much on the web about this. And that surprises me, because I would think it would be really common. I don't think I can survive another day.... EVERY day. And yet I am still here. If it weren't for my husband, I would have already bailed. I attempted to kill myself last Monday & I am STILL HERE. Only the thought of his face made me reach out at the last minute. And I feel so guilty at being more of a depressed roommate than a wife, and seeing the stress, exhaustion & resentment all over his face. We are buried in debt, barely making it, not making it... my mom has dementia and I am her 24/7 caregiver. I have no sanctity, no home that feels like home anymore, no future. My heart is breaking every day. I'm just hopeless, helpless. And I don't want to do this anymore.