I'm a 18 year veteran as a caregiver. I can also relate. My job is so emotionally taxing. When I have a rough night, I can't even talk to my husband the whole ride home. Once home, I run for the shower and then take a ridiculously long one to avoid having to talk. On a good day, I talk and laugh the whole way home. I worry about the impact on my daughter on the bad days. I brushed everyone off one day, when my daughter got home from school, I found out she got her first period that morning. I was and still am crushed that she went to school scared, wearing a crooked pad and leaked in her panties. Thankfully she was wearing black pants. UGH, soul crushing. I put her first now, no matter how bad it was, I force myself to hug her hello and ask her how she slept. I retreat to my bedroom as soon as she leaves.