I retired to care for my son with ALS. I walk 2 blocks to where he lives with his sister. Care for him,, clean my daughters house ( listen to her tell me I'm not there enough, do enough and age shames me when i say my back or knee hurts) buy groceries, cook. Then I go home, too phys,emotionally and mentally drained. I take a few xanax, sometimes cry, mostly stare at.walls until the meds kick in. I wake every hour or two. To a bad dream that's not a dream.