Can someone help me please. My husband had managed to conceal his mental illness for the last three years or more. I noticed he was behaving out of character but he just convinced me that the problem was me. He exploded in a terrible fashion in April. I received his suicide email note. It detailed what he was currently doing to himself. He had just swallowed around 50 tablets, drunk a bottle of wine and had a noose round his head and was waiting to get the courage to jump. It took 8 hours to find him. Somehow he survived. Four weeks later, whilst on the psychiatric ward he managed to swallow 64 paracetamol. This time he texted me. He runs his own business but did not tell me he was getting both the company and us personally heavily in debt. Everything is now at risk. As an MD he has to work even though he is clearly incapable of making any decisions. It is a highly specialised job. I am now officially his carer, but this man is not my husband. The worst thing is that as the crisis has deepened all my friends have abandoned me, I just have one left but she is burdened by things. I broke my ankle a few years ago and I had a houseful of visitors! Acquaintances have tried to be kind but it is not the same. The other day I had a tiny lump taken out of my foot, it was nothing significant and I realised that except for my husband there was no one to tell. I am an only child and my husbands family is dysfunctional and riddled with mental illness. I have lost all my friends and my best friend is away listening to voices in his head telling him to kill himself and I fear I now hate him. He is still suicidal but since April not one person has offered me one minutes respite. No one said we will stay with him, you go to the hairdresser. No one thought. He is also becoming vaguely aggressive. This morning he pounded his head with his fists. I want to leave. But there is nowhere at all to go. Because of the debts his mental illness created I have no money for rent. We have two teenagers. Until a few years ago we were a close, happy unit. Now the home is a battleground. I dread to think what it is doing to the kids. I had sherry for breakfast. I am so dreadfully lonely and I am extremely shy which makes it so much worse. I just seem to cry all day. I just feel so terribly lost, lonely and scared. I can't believe I am writing this, this can't be me.