My husband shows anger when I’m sad. He says I don’t communicate properly. No one else has said that but he’s probably right. My brain doesn’t work. I told him how unhappy I am and I can’t keep living this way (I’m very isolated and have no friends, so I don’t go out much). He responded by punching our fridge. He’s gone to hospital and has blamed me. I am suicidal but there’s nothing In this house that could kill me. I don’t know what to do anymore, my life is like a time loop I can’t escape from. It should be ok to die if you really have nothing to live for except the pain.