This week I read a story about emotional exhaustion and it has my name written all over it. Now while my mother and I have had some fights these last few weeks over the issues with me being her carer and her needing to go into a facility, which she doesn't want to do, it's going to come down to one thing, either she goes, or I go. And it's going to be less of a hassle if she goes, because if I do, it means possibly staying with her for years while getting a Housing Trust apartment.
We have been living in this commission home since 1994. It could be transferred over to my name and I would continue to live here, behind our local shopping centre, with everything I need within walking distance. But, if I wanted to leave, it could take years for me to get a place in this area, which means staying here with her, it also means going broke buying a vehicle and some furniture plus first month's rent if I left. But she could go into the place down the road, still in our area, but with 24/7 help that she needs.
And she needs it because I'm exhausted. And I'm too exhausted to put any energy into my business of making jewellery and writing books. In fact, I'm nearly five months behind writing the novella series I'd planned for a September release. I'm too exhausted and have my own back problems so now we have a cleaner coming in once a month to help with the heavy work that requires the bending and lifting I cannot do.
Now the above story I'm talking about is about empathy, and believe me, my compassion fucked off years ago. There's only so much you can take before not caring about others and their problems when you have so many of your own. You become exhausted from your own issues and you really don't need to deal with anyone else's.
Have you guys become emotionally exhausted from other people's issues?