Time goes on

One day goes into the next. I'm trying to function but feel as if I am on auto-pilot.
Get up, do the household chores, go back to bed ... over and over again.
I go and sit at Chelsea's place at least once a week.

He says I need to go back to work but I am not ready to face the world.

I just want to crawl into a hole and die!

I feel like I am going Crazy! Am I? Am I really losing my mind?
My family is there for me, but I still feel like they don't understand my pain and heartache.
My in-laws are not supportive at all.
Support Group meeting is only once a month. These women understand, but I can't be with them all the time.
I have no where to turn.