rough rough times

My brain feels like its going to explode. Too many feelings contained into a too small space. lots of anger right now and pity for myself, which I hate feeling, but right now there's no denying it. I feel like my life is over, just marking time till it's over. I don't see any future. just day after day of plodding with this illness and a man that is unwilling to listen to me although he counts on me for everything. everything I do is questioned- is this the correct medicine? is this the correct dosage, constant questioning of everything, even questioning of the psychiatrist's advice, Why you ask? because he totally believes the next door neighbor. I am aggravated beyond words. I almost feel like packing my husband's bags and moving him next door for Mr. Know-It-All to deal with it. I think it is a dangerous situation. I feel all is futile. I, sometimes, think of death or divorce. I am just so tired of it and it's only the beginning.