Watching your parents’ health take a turn is so unfair. Watching them be able to do less and less for themselves is absolutely terrible. You’re grieving them while they’re still here because the version of them you’ve always known is gone. Trying to be strong and hold everything together so as not to worry them or add anymore to their plate is so draining. The cherry on top is being an only child with no other parent and not being close with the rest of your family. This is actually the saddest, loneliest shit in the world.
My girl is going to be alright, she’s has to be alright.














