I don't feel like this is home...

Its hard for me right now. I am totally hormonal and upset as I write this but somehow the words are driving themselves out of me. I feel as though my house is no longer a home. There for a long time I was comfortable here. I even called it home.And I guess that it still does carry that name. But somethings wrong. I feel under the microscope. Every move I make is watched. I can't laugh, can't cry, can't show any emotion. It's ridiculous. I feel trapped. My husband wants me to be happy and supports me in saying this. How can this be a home when I can't express myself? I feel expressionless. But somehow I feel like I'm being admitted. When does this end? I do not really know... I love this job and every part of it but I do not feel like I have a voice when it comes to my own house and that scares me.