I used to ask the god I believe in to put all of my families burdens on myself instead of them. For them to be able to live peaceful happy lives at the cost of my own life. I would never take that back, and I still would say the same today. I can’t complain that my own life is not easy. Maybe it’s really just all of this coming to fruition. My family is happier and more peaceful than I have ever seen them and in this time of happiness I am completely seperate from them all. Miles and miles seperate us locking me in my own hell where the only joy I get is their happiness. So it’s difficult to be truly sad, yes I’m angsty, fickle, occasionally depressed, and very melancholic but those that I care most for are happy. That’s good enough for me.