Iām so burned out. Healing is exhausting, being put into menopause is exhausting. My dad dying is exhausting. And I canāt afford any escape.
I have two friends where I currently live, and I donāt want to leave because my dads so sick and itās too much for my mom to do alone. So I have severe separation anxiety this last few months.
And having $700 to pay rent, bills, food, and my medication that isnāt covered. Doesnāt allow much for joyful purchases, or escapism.
Seeing my sister and our friends going camping, and having fun. And my best friend is going to visit our mutual best friend. And train tickets arenāt cheap, so I couldnāt afford to go be with them.
Itās lonely seeing all the people I love go out and go for drinks, camping, and all those things I used to do sucks. Itās hard. And my siblings arenāt even around, so Iām the only kid my parents can rely on.
And I am sick mentally and physically, so itās even more draining. And they donāt realize how lucky they are to experience these emotions of losing our dad far away, and not living in the house.
Living through the grief of my dad finally accepting were at the end, and just wanting to give up. Asking us to let him just die. I hate all of this.