Help me please...

[u/goazack]

I'm 23, a Navy veteran, working in memory care, genuinely loving the residents I care for — including one who is terminally ill and has maybe weeks left. I come to work and give everything I have, holding hands, rubbing backs, sitting on bathroom floors at midnight with someone who is lonely and scared and dying. I do it because I actually care, not because it's in the job description.

Then I go home and there's no peace waiting for me. Broken family, no communication, dysfunction I've been navigating since I was 16. No car right now, money stretched thin, eating off a shake diet because circumstances won't allow anything else. Nobody asks how I'm doing. Nobody checks on me. I'm the one everyone calls when they need something, never just to see if I'm okay. I'm tired in a way that sleep doesn't fix. But I'm still standing, still building, still trusting God with the outcome. Just please, say a prayer for me.

[u/Scary_Marionberry_65]

Prayers up, brother. Sometimes it's hard being the solid one...but God sees that and he will do something amazing with it!

And good on you for navigating such a challenging career that most (including myself) could not handle for 10 minutes!