Just venting to the universe how sometimes it’s really hard to manage your own mental health whilst trying to keep your family happy. I wish I could be a person that just doesn’t care but I feel responsible for everyone else and how they feel. I feel like I’m constantly regulating everyone else’s emotions and trying to fix them while sacrificing my own happiness. I had a conversation tonight and a realisation that I have given up even seeing myself as a person with goals and dreams. I am okay but just feel really down. I feel like everyone around me is constantly complaining and frustrated and all I do is spend time trying to fix it. Even though I’m alive (and plan to be for a long time) I just don’t get what the point of trying is anymore. I’m practically a recluse that works and goes to bed just to wake up and do it all over again. I even feel bad complaining to the internet about being sad. It’s hard when you don’t even recognise yourself anymore and think of how different things used to be.