I work all night. Like, graveyard shift. Then I come home and everyone else is asleep. That’s when I do all the grocery shopping, all the cleaning, all the laundry. Every single chore, every single errand. It’s for my sibling. They can’t really do that stuff themselves. It’s always been that way. It’s just how things ARE. I’m supposed to sleep during the day. But I don’t. I can’t. There’s always SOMETHING that needs to be done. Or someone needs something. So I just… don’t sleep. And everyone thinks I’m a great person for it. A REALLY good sibling. That’s what they say. I just smile and nod. Like I agree. But I hate it. I just want to SLEEP. Or go out with my friends. Do something for myself. Anything. I feel like I’m losing my mind. My whole life is just work and chores. I don’t know who I am anymore. I just want to run away sometimes. Just pack a bag and GO. But then I feel SO GUILTY. What would they do without me? So I don’t. I just… stay. And resent it. And no one knows.