I thought my life couldn’t get worse. I left a toxic friendship and I thought my life was finally getting back on track. I was feeling happier and motivated again but that’s gone  now. My dog’s health is doing bad and it’s going be soon that we have to put him down. Then my grandma’s health is getting bad. She can’t smell or hear well anymore. She burnt food in her oven and couldn’t even smell it. She can’t even hear the fire alarm going off in her home. Her memory is getting worse each day (dementia runs in her family) but she won’t get help for it. My mental health isn’t doing good because of trauma I have because of my ex friend. My friend Kait is helping to brighten my day up and I appreciate that. I just keep blaming myself for what happened but Kait keeps reminding me that it’s not my fault. I have to remember that it’s not my fault for not seeing the red flags. Some people are good at hiding their true self. I’m hoping nothing gets worse in my life but I don’t know anymore. I feel like life in general is bad for everyone. It seems like for a lot of people nothing will get better.  I thought getting older was a blessing but it’s not. I was more happy and carefree as a kid. Wish I was that way still.