My husband and I are both pretty fucked up right now. He tried to kill himself and consequently, I did not long after that. He's currently institutionalized again and, somehow, I got out of the hospital without a second thought on the doctor's part.
I'm really losing my shit without him, as if I wasn't fucked up enough. I have an appointment with a Psychiatrist on Monday but, I'm terrified of being on meds again. 
I need some words from some kind people to get through this. My family is cruel when it comes to addressing mental illness because they don't understand. They think we're either pussies or shame-worthy and borderline criminal.
Help!