My Grandfather Is Depressed, My Grandmother And Mother Are Ruining Around Him. We Have No Way Out!

Hello. I'm not one of those people who likes to share. I try to solve my problems on my own. As well as those around me. I admit, I often behave rudely towards situations and people, especially those from my family. I break away from the world. I close in on myself. It was as if my feelings had dulled. Sometimes I think I'm a bad person because I feel almost nothing. But very briefly. It is as if my emotions are buried as deep as possible in my mind. They can be taken out of there. But then I fall into a hole. I can't stop them. It can be joy, or endless sadness, anger. Everything flows from me like a stream. It pours like torrential rain. And it doesn't subside until I'm relieved. That's why I don't show my weaknesses in front of people. Before, the situation was terribly uncontrollable. I was in love. I suffered. I cried every day. I harassed everyone around me. After that, he gradually stopped. But I went to the other extreme. Silence. Standing. Looking at one point. All day on the phone. Silent. No feelings. I draw. I hate singing. Niche in me is not right. Perfectionism is ruining me. Volatility eats away at my nerves. I can't decide whether to eat a waffle or salt, let alone what to do. What do I like even. What are my views on the world. My opinion changes every second. And I am influenced by everyone and everything. My mood, from super bright and excited, drops to despair and sadness in seconds. The periods of suffering and joy alternate, but are short. Something I liked a second ago is hated. I am so confused. I can't help myself, let alone my relatives. Honestly? Maybe I don't care about anyone. Another narcissist who thinks that it can change something. I am woven of smiles and happiness. From madness and butterflies. The sadness and suffering around me crush and squeeze me. Maybe that's why I'm writing now. To save myself from this. I don't feel anything. I stay on the bed, it's about two in the morning. A typical day. Nobody understands me. I'm very lonely. I even started writing about myself in this urgent topic. And above I claimed that I do not complain ... Do I feel guilty? My grandfather is 83. He was and remains a very proud man. It has changed for a year. The past was a real hell for my family. He had stomach problems, vomited regularly. A boar, in excruciating pain, took him to the emergency room. He came home malnourished, with a heart attack. In fact, he basically had a few more because of the size of his heart. A strange reaction to the fact that he was once an athlete. There is a red wind. He is healed as a whole. But I can say that he is a healthy person. It is normal for his age to have pain. Before he went out, he walked. We have a villa. He liked to drip there often. But for months alone, he is not on his own. I don't mean mentally. On the contrary. It's all in class. Which, on the other hand, is worse because he does things on purpose. Mentally. He says he's getting old. It does not move. No There is no way to drip on this villa, which he sees as salvation. Behave selfishly. He almost never leaves the house. There is no mood for anything. True, he has no strength as before, but his life is not over! He remembers his childhood. He suffers from the past. I don't know what's going on with him. He weakened, withered. Literally for days. He started walking with a cane. But he's ashamed to use it. At least he's eating now. And he hadn't done that before. It is terribly vain. What do people think of him ... A few days ago my sister and I returned from the sea. During the time we were gone, he drove my mother and grandmother crazy. Every night he was scared, he complained constantly. He became hypochondriac. She slipped something. That he has no strength. Sometimes he's sick, sometimes he's not. It threatens. He could not walk. He violated, he attacked my grandmother. She is more patient. She also suffers. But Grandpa doesn't seem to care at all! He broke his leg. He barely recovered. But it is afraid to be useful. She is also an old woman. But he doesn't look at things that way. My mother, she said, can't stand it at all. As a child, he was very jealous. He harassed both of them. Maybe Mom hated him to some degree. But she can't help but love him. After all, he is her father. He had been with her all his life. And now, she stands by him, helping him as much as she can. I don't know what is possible to change at all. He threw himself on the floor, he wants to be dumped. He feels lonely. I understand it. I know what you misunderstand. But why is he behaving like that? Like a child. Doesn't he love anyone? Why bother yourself and all? What can I do? One is that no one in the house takes me seriously. For them, I am a child who cannot help ... nor mentally support them, let alone with funds ... What should I do? There is no way out. I love him very much. I want it to tighten. It's not as bad as he's talking about. I remember my sister and I walking around, showing our awards and achievements. I feel like crying. Everyone suffers. Not only do we lack funds, but also those around him? I'm sorry to say that, but it's true. We are not poor. We are afraid But if it is not him and my grandmother and their pensions, with what my mother earns, we are left on the street. I dont know what is going on. My childhood has evaporated .. I am no longer happy. Before anyone asks, I will clarify a few things: -We all live together. Me, my grandmother, grandfather, mother and sister. - I don't have a father. As well as relatives on his part. I have no intention of making them happy by complaining to them about our situation, in which they all stole us. I haven't seen them in years. And for him, I don't even know where he is. I'm sick of him. Apart from evils, he brought nothing to my family. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. I will clarify a few things: -We all live together. Me, my grandmother, grandfather, mother and sister. - I don't have a father. As well as relatives on his part. I have no intention of making them happy by complaining to them about our situation, in which they all stole us. I haven't seen them in years. And for him, I don't even know where he is. Another one with freedom, women and alcohol. I'm sick of him. Apart from evils, he brought nothing to my family. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. I will clarify a few things: -We all live together. Me, my grandmother, grandfather, mother and sister. - I don't have a father. As well as relatives on his part. I have no intention of making them happy by complaining to them about our situation, in which they all stole us. I haven't seen them in years. And for him, I don't even know where he is. I'm sick of him. Apart from evils, he brought nothing to my family. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. I have no intention of making them happy by complaining to them about our situation, in which they all stole us. I haven't seen them in years. And for him, I don't even know where he is. I'm sick of him. Apart from evils, he brought nothing to my family. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. I have no intention of making them happy by complaining to them about our situation, in which they all stole us. I haven't seen them in years. And for him, I don't even know where he is. Another one with freedom, women and alcohol. I'm sick of him. Apart from evils, he brought nothing to my family. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts. -I'm 16, my sister is 15. We're both teenagers. -I apologize for all my mistakes. I assure you, I can write much better and clearer than what you sing. But I think the meaning of what is described is more important. My phone's keyboard is wrong. At the moment, I can't help but gather my thoughts.