I'm suffocating. I am drowning slowly (triggering)
I've had a hellish month. I had to start taking care of my grandmother 24/7. All while taking statistics and trying to be there for my mom. I was running on little sleep, even less food, and no "me" time. Yes, I made jewelry, but that was so I could start up a business so I could take care of myself when I moved.
But then I lost my desire to create, to write, to even wake up in the morning. My mom thought I was being overdramatic.
I feel so helpless. I want a blanket, a cookie, something.