Here’s what happened in the span of two months. My aunts mom died due to a sickness. My uncle died due to sickness and basically giving up. My other aunt got diagnosed with the worst disease you can get so she’s starting treatment. This morning, we just got the news that my grandma might be bedridden for the rest of her life due to a medical condition.

The one good thing, be it a tiny piece of good news, is that my dads existing condition is improving but that doesn’t mean he’s completely cured.

I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know why this is happening. Why is this happening all at once and close to Christmas no less? I tried to run away and go on vacation, which I am currently on right now, but even here we’re getting all this bad news. Work is calling me. Doctors are calling my family members. It feels like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders and no matter what I do, I can’t get a rest.

Life blows. If this is what life is meant to be, I wouldn’t have made an effort to make it this far. I should’ve just stayed in bed.