Grandma texted me to "ask how going to the sinus doctor went" and told me she's dying, people are Overwhelming her, everyone is complaining to her. And asked me to ask mom to book the sanatorium we were going to go. I called mom (even though i hate it), mom started telling me how miserable she is, how tired she is, how sick her pathients are. I said f it, imma book it myself even though idk how
Context : Grandma works at the church and people complain and cry to her and she has funerals. Mom's a pharmacist and has pathients and hates her job.
How am i supposed to not be scared of working? How am i supposed to be okay when mom and grandma (people i love) are explaining me in heavy detail how they're dying?! How am i supposed to have a partner... Forget a parner, how am i supposed to have friends when my love language is talking about my pain (aka complaining)?! Im left all alone. Nobody from university or school speaks to me anymore. And i understand grandma being sick as she's 70, i understand mom's sick because she's 50. But goddamn im 22. My 22 don't feel like Taylor swift 22 but machine gun Kelly 27. Nobody likes me anymore. Im not a therapist. Well, i am a therapist but not my family's therapist. And if i was their therapist they at least would have to listen to my advice not complain non stop. And people tell me i complain non stop. I lost my friends and people i loved because i "complained without taking advice". I try so hard and there comes my family and destroys it. This whole family and society are fing rotten
No one talk about what happens to your family after surviving a suicide attempt 
