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And my tat had a mind of its own. I’m so backed up on laundry to the point of having no pants, I put on a wrap dress and called it a day. Bra? Didn’t know her, she is probably hidden somewhere in the land of lavadora, because the moment I walked into that Walmart, I was so tired I simply floated to my groceries.

I get it now. I get not dressing your best. I was a slight breeze away from a tit slip, it was insane.

I think this is what caregiver burnout is, because old me would have been so embarrassed to even think to walk out the door like that.

You know what hurts worse???? My gram wanting beer, but thy is a light weight and shant risk a sip.

Yes. I know the title sounds irrational. I’m FUCKING tired. I feel like a failure because I’m tired, and I feel like I might be a psychopath because my compassion has rotted away. Of course I love the person I’m caring for, and of course I will be there for their ever waking needs, but I’m so fucking tired.

I’m so fucking tired.

Y'all, this is going to sound so dumb, but I want to wear heels despite my ankle situation.

So I have loose joints as a defect, I have sprained my ankles (both) in A SWIMMING POOL, I literally just broke my tibia by stepping on a curb… that's how bad this is.

HOWEVER, I just scored a luxury office job, and they have the clicky-clacky floors (ikyk). I know I literally will sprain an ankle regardless of what I am wearing (my luck is even if I am NOT wearing shoes), so any useful tips?

In 2020, I had a really bad headache, and was sent to an MRI place and when the results came back, it said epilepsy was remarkable (pun intended, it was not remarkable to me, I panicked).

Well, doc sent me to a neurologist, and I needed answers. My answer was that I just had a bumpy brain because I never had a physical seizure. And I asked what happens if I do? She just said then come back to me.

So now, I’m just existing in life without medication or anything and about once a month I panic about the thought of it.

I need insight.

Am I fine? Am I functional? I’m panicking.

As a Gen Z person, I just wrote some checks. And honestly, it gave me a new perspective:

Checks are better than reoccurring charges. Did you know some utility companies charge you from their website to do… an electronic transfer? We are paying for convenience that they offer, yet do not have to do the same amount of work as it was to be made in person.

Also, for bills and such, you are able to keep track of hidden slip ups before you pay them.

Giving companies access to automatically withdraw from you is an invitation to them.

Once we go paperless, we truly won’t have control of our money anymore.

Edit: I know they are still here, what I mean is we should bring them back to being the normal way of payment versus auto-payments.

My friend told me I need to get out of the victim mentality and told me to stop wallowing in my sadness and do something better for myself.

Back story: For the past three years, I have been the sole caregiver of my great grandmother, I’m in my early-mid twenties, still and college, and finally passed my real estate exam, and I take partial responsibility (not so much today currently) of taking care of my mom and her mental illness. I have 36 family members and it’s all on me.

I have a friend group, and one of the girls (early thirties) have been friends with the longest since I was about 21. We have all used to hang out often, but you know, life got busy. Recently this year and a half, my great grandmother has taken turns and has been hospitalized, ain’t no thang but getting fixed… until this past visit, she has been in and out of the hospital twice and rest in rehab and it has been a month in a half due to her cancer diagnosis that happened recently within the month.

I have barely been home (only to feed the pet and get the mail) I have broke my leg in the midst of all of this and JUST NOW have gotten it checked, only to be dismissed because (excuse the SHIT out of me) I listed anxiety as something I have, and he thinks it’s my anxiety preventing me to walk and I’m okay, disregarding the X-ray I had where I was in fact diagnosed. But that is besides the point, I’d go through ten broken bones for this woman, and just so many other things I am trying to juggle, on top of worrying and stress.

Well, my friend’s birthday was Sunday, and I was so burnt out, I didn’t even know what the days dates were, I frankly had literally nothing on my brain but my immediate responsibilities. And over the past few weeks I have noticed in the group chat she has been dry. I wished her a happy birthday the day after (today), and told her we need to talk, because my friend said she was basically hurt because she is tired of putting the effort in the friend group. I showed up to her party today, thought everything was fine until the party ended. I brought her aside to tell her how sorry I was and I’m going through a lot. She said we are all going through stuff, and nearly lost it but held herself together from being so pissed.

I understand, I have been that friend, but every-time I have EVER communicated with her was genuine. I also think she is valid to be pissed and upset which she said also she is allowed to do.

I genuinely broke down. I told her happy birthday I listened to what she had to say, then left and profusely cried over not just this, but everything in my car.

She then knocks on my window and tells me to stop crying, gives me the pep talk, tells me how she feels and basically to suck it up, she is tired of putting in the effort and would like to see more effort, put effort in my self and work hard for what I want, and stop acting like a victim and having the victim mentality and stop wallowing. I get it, I’m a mess, and I genuinely do not expect anyone to be apart of my mess, I’ll deal with it. But I can’t help but feel some type of way about it, and I genuinely don’t know if I’m being a “victim” over this.

She finished the talk with even though she is pissed, she still loves me. And yes, she is one of my greatest friends and she means a-lot to me, I just again, do not know how to feel. Mind you, I have not complained about my situation at all to my friend group. I just give them updates of what is going on because it is just what I’m going through and to let them know I’m busy going through this.

Context: 6’0 270Ibs

I want to try this, but terrified of the “too good to be true” moto.

Can anyone tell me their first hand experiences even if they are bad? Ty.

… in a comment war, tiff with some weirdo on the street, idk.

Simply reply with: “you seem like the person that would love to have the last word. Have a day.”

Of course the mature thing to do is walk away and not stoop to their level, but depending on your personality, you kind of want to “win”.

This is the perfect happy medium. You aren’t bullying them, you are stating an observation and leaving the scene. Now, they are there having to hold themselves back from speaking, because they don’t want you to have the satisfaction of being right, though they probably have a novel to say but won’t… out of spite. Meanwhile, you do not have to hear any of their lower level banter and have the satisfaction of walking away making a point, getting the last word in, them leaving you alone, and having them jump mental hoops to not keep the argument going. And if they do respond? Your point is proven which is also a funny w.

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So three days ago, my family member got diagnosed with cancer. Since I am her primary and only caregiver a regular in-person job is not feasible.

I have never considered remote jobs, but now I’m sitting here browsing the internet to see what my part-time options are.

It is so hard to tell what is a scam and what isn’t, and to even find a remote part-time job… is scarce.

I do not know where to go or what to do, so if anyone has any insight, I’d be more than happy to read your comment!

Thanks!

I’m hooked. It’s funny as I read the rules, apparently there is hate post days for the two people I was the most sus about. I h8 Toms behavior already, but I feel like Susan could have had a better character build. Her weird fibs to get out of awkward moments kind of pmo, but that’s about it.

Andrew would make me scared to be in the same house as him. Like how is he not feeling any guilt after what he did????

Rex is a turd.

Anyways, glad to be here!

I’m not here for advice on time, maintenance, or costs.

I love my cat and she is my other half, she literally is a leech though. Anytime I sit, she teleports to my lap. Anytime I open the garage, she is at the door waiting. Y’all get the idea. Though because of this, would having two more cats cause issues of jealously?

Can anyone share your experiences? Thank you.

Im a caregiver, in turn, I have never seen so many try to butter up my relative or lash out to her about her belongings and assets.

I feel like I’m the only compassionate person that actually gives a shit about her living self. It pains me how her final years on this planet is met with family members size up her house, wanting to know her financials, arguing with my relative about the choices of whom she chose for the will and what my family thinks they deserve.

No one seems to think that when you get heir-ed these items, to me, that is the most honorable, yet worst gift you could ever receive, which means the person you love is no longer alive.

It is infuriating to watch, and I can’t imagine how my relative must feel. Another thing is that people tend to feel a head ache when their family leaves then with “useless junk”. I’m sorry but when does one start living lives for themselves? My relative scooped cow shit, and worked hard so her children could have a strong foundation to be independent; my relative deserves to live for herself, and not for what one day her children would fight over.

It makes me so incredibly sad that people like this exists.

Im a caregiver, in turn, I have never seen so many try to butter up my relative or lash out to her about her belongings and assets.

I feel like I’m the only compassionate person that actually gives a shit about her living self. It pains me how her final years on this planet is met with family members size up her house, wanting to know her financials, arguing with my relative about the choices of whom she chose for the will and what my family thinks they deserve.

No one seems to think that when you get heir-ed these items, to me, that is the most honorable, yet worst gift you could ever receive, which means the person you love is no longer alive.

It is infuriating to watch, and I can’t imagine how my relative must feel. Another thing is that people tend to feel a head ache when their family leaves then with “useless junk”. I’m sorry but when does one start living lives for themselves? My relative scooped cow shit, and worked hard so her children could have a strong foundation to be independent; my relative deserves to live for herself, and not for what one day her children would fight over.

It makes me so incredibly sad that people like this exists.