I do now. My previously fit, strong, capable, muscular husband had a series of massive strokes after surgery in January. It is 14 weeks today.
He doesn't know how old he is. What day it is. He wakes up 25 times a night. He can't dress himself, wash himself, feed himself, take himself to the loo. He can't see anymore because he's been left with massive vision loss.
We get no help. I've had to give up work to care for him. I've never felt so alone. So selfish. I'm failing him every day. And I'm sinking.