I don't know if this counts as a confession, but I'm 22 and my sister just moved into supported living, and I think maybe I'm... angry? (Which feels really awful to even type out.) I have all this free time now, time I spent for years making sure she was okay, and it’s just sitting there, mocking me. Like I should be happy or something, but all I feel is this hot, useless rage, mostly at myself for even feeling it, but also at the situation, at everyone who just assumes I’ll be fine now. It’s not like I have anything else to DO out here in the middle of nowhere anyway—just me and my stupid community college classes.