Life took a pretty rough turn this week. Corpses at work, fires, and threats of violence over masks are a terrible way to start my week. But it all runs pale in comparison to my dad's failing health. He's back in the hospital. Everyone is running on fumes at home and tensions are high while tempers are short. I feel like I'm running out of strength, like there's not enough of me left to go around. I have given up so much these last few months to help take care of him and I'm losing the fight inside me. I miss my friends. I miss my hobbies. I miss my family. I just want my life back.