i'm not going to put on a brave face and say that it's easy to live with a depressed father and an ill mother. actually, i don't think i've ever said that in the first place. point is, sometimes it's harder on some days than others. there is my life, then there is their lives. You can't separate two worlds living under one roof. their bad days drag me down sometimes. then there are days when life seems so "normal" and we're all on the same page. in other words, i never know how each day will end up because anything can make or break my day.
case in point: life isn't easy but that's okay. things will keep changing and that's the thrilling part about life right?