This. I spend the majority of my time busting my ass. Either at work, or at home I'm caring for my very ill wife, and a pre-teen. The majority of the housework falls on me, my wife is an amazing cook, but her continued deterioration means I'm at least involved in every meal prep, even when it's right after I get through the door after working overtime so I can try to make a dent in the huge debts I have piling up. My stress is so overwhelming and constant that I no longer actively sense it, but I know my anxiety is horrendous. I nearly had a complete self-worth breakdown after a minor accident at work (nobody was injured or even close to it), because if I lose my job, we are fucked. We probably are anyways. I just hope I can hold on long enough to see my kid make something better of herself than I did. It's my only reasonably realistic goal at this point.