I’m kinda… having this crisis, you know? Like, my neighbor, bless her heart, she’s got these two kids, and honestly, they’re a menace. And I’m constantly over there, watching them for free, cleaning up their messes, and I just… I can’t stop. I'm exhausted, like genuinely physically and mentally drained, but if I ever said no, I’d feel like a total shitbag, and then what? Like, is this some kind of maladaptive schema? Because I'm getting nothing out of this except like, the *perception* of being helpful, and frankly, my performance reviews at work are probably suffering because I'm so burnt out from being 'the good neighbor.