The last two weeks have been difficult mentally and emotionally. Everything just feel very heavy -- funds that I need to raise, dad who wants to self exit, loneliness, anxiety and depression. But today just capped it off. I was not able to sleep last night because I was anxious about the super typhoon. I could hear the wind whistle and the rain just battering the roof. I could have rested today, tell my work of the inclement weather, but I still showed up. But instead of compassion, it was treated as if its normal, "by now, you must be used to it". Yes, maybe, but the fear is real, the fear is new every time. I feel weak and stupid, and I think I'm just a burden to everybody. I want to give up but I still need the money for my dad's surgery. I need to stay, I need to work, I need to show up--no excuse, no exception. I'm not asking for pity, I'm just asking for a little kindness.