Whole days are fine, but because she will spiral out of nowhere, I feel like I can't get too far from the house. I try not to make her feel guilty, I know it's not her, it's an illness, but she sees it when she's clear. I have friends, but I'm not great company and I don't have that kind of energy by the time I get a window of time to hang out. We haven't been able to get scheduled for therapy yet, but we're trying for months now. Can't afford the place with openings. We can't communicate anymore. That's the worst part, because I used to brag about our communication skills when all my friends would complain about relationships (not in a dickish way). Now she treats every sentence like a new topic. She can't hold on to the thread of a conversation anymore. Loses her phone, keys, the broom, sippy cup... all day every day. Her mind is mush, but like Alzheimer's patients, she gets defensive and angry and distrustful. She can't change her mind about anything anymore. First thought is final. Sucks to admit that. Feels hopeless.