Last week there was a complicated event where a family member accused me of neglecting my mother and our cat. Once again I was faced with an aggressive person who had no one to answer to, and the ability to through money at a problem to address it. They also suffer from anxiety and panic attacks but they own their business/place of work. So if they having a bad day they simply cancel their appointment or have someone else do it for them. This person is my Niece. I was always proud of them because of the difficult childhood she had, and how she turned her dream of being an artist into a thriving business. Now suddenly turn and backstab me, hurt me deeply. By asking for her help and knowledge of diabetic cats, she turned it into a drama and attacked the way I run my home where I care for my 90-year-old mother. Yes if I was wealthy like her we'd do things differently, but we are doing the best with what we have. Perhaps she is right. The bathroom is not handicapped equipped. The carpeting throughout the house is over 40 years old and the house is cluttered with 60 years of living here. It's not hoarder like you see on TV, but junk in the basement, TVs, and bed that costs a lot money to put in our local garbage facility.
This past week has taken it's toll on my mental health. I have been in bed for 5 days and I have not eaten in 5 days. After the fourth day Mom called my estranged sister to go down to my room and check on me yesterday. I can't stop crying and for the first time since I was in my early 20s I have been thinking that life for everyone would be better if I was dead. Mom would be forced to go to a care facility, And I would be out of pain. All of the happy times in my life have come and gone. My marriage, children being born, raising them to adults, my career, all of that is gone now. I love my mom but she isn't at good at emotional support, she never has been. I am alone in my life with anxiety and panic. I haven't been able to keep and hold a job for 15 years now. Talk therapy is like having a paid friend to vent to and the medications they give me help some. But there is no self-help, guru, a pill that will change all the bad luck I have suffered in life. There is no prescription that will protect me from all the Cruel people there is in the blue collar fields of work I am qualified for. There is nothing for me in the future but public assistance, old age, sickness and death.