Currently taking care of my mom post surgery. I’m doing the best I can but at the end of the day it’s basically cocooning myself with depression+anxiety+trauma. It’s bringing up a lot from seven years with my dad living with Parkinson’s. 

I keep trying to remind myself it’s temporary, two more weeks until she’s in a walking boot and more independent. I’m up to three buspar’s a day but it really isn’t cutting it. just maintaining the house for the home health folks makes me want to cry. 

I feel like I’ve lived passed my expiration date.