To be perfectly honest (and this came up in therapy this weekend) ...

I don't. I just sit around and get more miserable.

If I want to go play a game I'm being antisocial. If I want to play D&D with friends I'm not spending time with the family. If I want to write, nobody is interested and won't let me do it. If I want to exercise I have to bring my kids with me. If I want to read I'll be interrupted.

So I sit on the couch and hate life and who I am.