I made a post on here a while back asking for advice dealing with the death of my father and having to move across the world. I couldn't cope with those things. I lost my beloved father to cancer. He was only 55. I was 23. Then 6 months later my mother decided that she wanted to move back to the UK. (She is British and my dad was also British.) I was born and raised in the US. But my sister and I decided because of our mental health issues and autism we were not able to live alone at that time. So we moved with our mother to the UK, which was extremely difficult and wrecked are already bad mental health. And we are still grieving the loss of our home. Since then life has only gotten worse.
Every time things start to look like they might get better they just get worse. About 1 and a half years after moving to the UK my sister and I passed my driving test and got a UK driving license, which was really difficult. And I am bitter about it because I already had a US driving license which was a struggle to get and then my mom forced us to move a go through that hell all over again. Anyway, my sister and I became more mobile because of my driving license. And we found a university near our house that offered degrees in animal management. We went on a tour of the campus and it looked good. We love animals. So we thought we'd apply and try it out. But, then about a month later my sister became very unwell. She began suffering with severe pelvic pain, which over the course of several months spread to all over her body. We tried to get help through the NHS, but they have been really unhelpful and difficult to get any help from. (She is still trying to get help from them today, but it is wait list after wait list. And crappy doctor after crappy doctor who just doesn't care or doesn't want to investigate anything.) During this time period, I became so stressed that I began having multiple panic attacks a day. I spent hours every day and night researching what might be wrong with my sister and where she could get help. She became extremely stressed and depressed and was crying on a daily basis. Because of all of this, we never applied to the university and probably never will. We also gave up our one volunteer job, which was walking dogs at a local dog shelter. We really liked it, but my sister was not well enough to do it anymore.
Things started to get a bit better again this year. My mother, my sister, and I started a board game group for autistic young adults. For the first time in years, my sister and I have made new friends. We like going to the club and playing games. But, then my mother's heart got bad. After 30 years of her heart being stable on medication, she has now gone into heart failure again. She has upped her medication and her heart is doing better but her cardiologist is still concerned. Then not long after this, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was caught early, but doctors were not sure they could even treat her at first because of her heart failure. So we weren't sure for several weeks whether she was going to die or not. Eventually she was told she could receive treatment and that with treatment, she would make a full recovery because it was caught so early. But, because we are in the UK, not near any relatives, and don't have any of the family friends we had in the US, there is no one besides my mother's new boyfriend, who can help us take care of our mom. So it has been down to my sister and I to take care of her which is not easy when my sister is still unwell, and I have tendonitis. (I have had tendonitis for 3 years now, and it is just getting worse.) Then not long after my mother's cancer diagnosis, I went for my regular heart check up. (I have a congenital heart condition.) I found out that my heart was not working properly and has gone into the early stages of heart failure. I am 27. I now have to take medication for my heart. I have been told it should keep my heart working more normally for many years, but they don't know for sure. Then not long after this, my sister got some ultrasound results back. One of her ovaries is quite enlarged and they don't know why. But no one will do anything about it. We just have to wait until her next gynecology appointment which isn't for several weeks and she's already been waiting months for it.
And, to top all of this off, I cannot do anything I like to try and cope with it all. Because of the tendonitis in my hands and arms, I cannot play video games, read books, write, bake, or draw. It's miserable and I don't know what to do anymore. It makes me want to give up on life.
I know it's a long shot. But, does anyone have any advice? How do I cope with this all?
