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It’s sad to hear you complain about your son like that but at the same time my younger sibling is exactly that person😭 I almost though you were my parent
I love him, but we have three other kids (one of whom is autistic with severe anxiety) and jobs and parents and siblings. And he just wants to talk about how hopeless everything is or how his anxiety attacks are actually heart issues that no one is willing to take seriously to detect the problem, or he literally won't talk at all and just wants someone on the phone in case he suddenly dies. (He's had physical workups several times and nothing is found, but the reality is everyone has to go sometime and sometimes it's a freak thing. That's just life.)
It's fucking exhausting and there just isn't enough to give no matter how hard we try. Even when we are literally killing ourselves or getting reamed by bosses because of the constant calls at work or having to go get our 15 year old out of school at least one a week, it's not enough.
I'm going to be honest, I'm only fifty and I'm not afraid of death because it will be a fucking relief some day, and everyone can just find a way to fucking deal without us.
Anyway that's my rant. I'm sorry about your brother. One thing I can see with my own eyes is that sometimes it's hardest on the person who can keep their shit together and has to because it's always chaos and there just isn't room for anyone else to fall apart EVER. So mate, I hope that isn't you. And if it is I hope you recognize that you need help too and that's okay. No one gets a free ride in life. We all have shit to deal with, however well we keep it together for others. Good luck!
I’m gonna save this to reply on the computer, hard to read and reply on mobile!