slowly going insane (6)

Dear diary,                                    May 10th, 1773
My husband has been in the psych ward for 3 years, it feels like ages. He can't work, forcing me to get a job to put food on the table. I work as a nurse, I am good with medicine, it makes me feel happy to help the sick. I wish I could have helped my husband, he has recently passed away, he couldn't handle it any longer. The doctors did all they could to save him, but it didn't work. Now he lays lifeless in his grave, and everyday I can't do anything but think that it's my fault and that I could have helped him. I deal with so much guilt every day beca---

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