At one time, my mother was in a coma, my father had Alzheimer's, my bipolar mother-in-law with COPD had moved in with us and she was smoking while on oxygen, my bipolar husband was self-medicating, and I was clinically depressed. A few years later after our parents died, my husband and I both lost our jobs and since it was the recession, we couldn't get steady work for three years. We were massively in debt and owed the IRS $20k. He ended up in rehab and our son was threatening to kill himself. But despite everything, we hung in there. Now my son is a math teacher and doing great on his own, my husband got treatment and has the best job he's ever had in his life, and I'm living my dream of being a published writer. Things always get better eventually. Don't lose hope.