Some people wake up in the morning and groan because they are still tired and dont feel like getting out of bed.
I groan in the morning because there sheer agony of living weights on me every day. I watched my father die slowly, painfully and fully aware of what was happening to him. I stood next to him and held his hand each day as he was robbed of all of his abilities and yet his mind stayed sharp. I watched one of the most amazing people i have ever known become trapped in his own body. I wake knowing the one person i ever truely counted on and trusted is gone forever.
I wake with the knowledge that days before his death my mother checked out mentally. The woman who raised me left with my father and in her place is a delusional child I have no idea how to handle. I stood helpless as she spiraled away down into oblivion. I battled to bring her back from the edge. I sacrifice of myself every day just trying to keep her alive. Each day is a new struggle just to speak to her. Every day we walk closer to my brother and I leaving her forever for our own sanity.
I wake each morning an orphan anew.

This kind of life is never fixed. Patched over and covered up but never ever fixed.

I wake each morning broken.