I'm struggling but all they care about is me cleaning my room, I'm sick, I relapsed, but I have to clean, I'm sick with something that could kill me and has been affecting me hard but I have to clean, I can feel the blood want to trickle from my arm but I have to clean, my body is starting to reject my sleeping pills and revert back to its unhealthy state but I need to clean. We can't afford therapy so I can't tell them about my relapse.