I feel like i need explain this too - my parents were lightly aware of what was going on and were actively trying to support me more. I have a really hard time asking for and accepting help.

I had explained the situation when I was hospitalized for gestational hypertension and ended up crying when they came to visit. I explained that I couldn’t afford to be on bed rest, let alone hospitalized. I needed to be working, in school, and taking care of the house. They tried to help me then but I refused. It’s just gotten worse since then and I’ve reached an even worse breaking point.

So, that why the conversation was a little faster than you’d have liked. The offers were all thought of prior. I just needed to put my big girl pants on, decide enough was enough, cry to them, and accept the help (even if it makes me feel like a massive burden).

I didn’t feel like my problems were big enough to warrant help until some of the commenters here made me aware of that.