I might not be here in a couple of months. I don’t know how much more I can take

Ever since a hurricane passed through where I live, life has been hell. No money, barely any food, bills piling up and watching my family struggle every day is destroying me mentally. My mom is stressed nonstop trying to figure out how we’re going to survive, and I feel useless because I can’t fix any of it.

Some nights I honestly sit awake thinking everyone would have one less burden if I just disappeared. I hate thinking like that, but the pressure feels unbearable lately. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay when everything around me is falling apart.