He's in the hospital. I worry about him. But glad to have some time alone. I'm unraveling lately, just coming apart. It's just too much for me caring for him around the clock. He has a sitter caring just for him. I'm grateful to the VA for that. He's still very sick and confused. But my visit helped him calm down.

Hope I can sleep. There's a lot I need to get done tomorrow. I can't afford to sit around depressed. I wish my family wasn't so far away. I really need him. With worsening dementia, it's like he's not there for me. I can't do everything for him. So he'll go to a nursing home for a week or so. I'll be torn between wanting to catch up on stuff at home and wanting to be there caring for him. It's so awful not having kept up with everything. The apt is a mess. I'm a mess. I just break down sobbing.

Have to take meds. Didn't eat all day. I have to not give in to the morning depression tomorrow. I need help.