I want to run away from everything.
2.6 years living with this damn disease, and everyone around me is burnt out. I think I’m depressed too, I don’t feel like doing anything, just lying in bed.
My mum seems to be in the end stage now. She only sleeps about 4 hours a night and chokes often. The doctor said she has just a few months left. I’m not the primary or secondary caregiver, but I eventually quit my job because the toxic environment was made worse by the constant lack of sleep. She presses her bell at odd hours in the night, and since I’m the only light sleeper, I’m always the one jolted awake. Sometimes I wish I could be like my siblings who just live their lives, and don’t have to be affected by this disease.
It’s so stressful because the alarm is so loud, and I have to wait to see if anyone else is coming to check on her. Once, she almost choked to death when the primary caregiver didn’t wake up, I had to rush in.
Now I feel irritable, depressed, always on edge, and like I’ve lost all my ambitions when my life should just be starting (I’m in my early 20s, getting married soon, just graduated from university). Every time the alarm blares, it feels like I’m getting heart palpitations. I’m angry at having to go through this grieving process again, and guilty for wishing she would just pass peacefully in her sleep.
Anyone relate? :")