I Took My Parents in When They Lost Everything

I didn’t have a word for it back then, but now I know: I was parentified. I became the emotional shock absorber, the accountant, the therapist, the crisis manager. Every “you’re so mature for your age” was really, “we’re comfortable letting you drown so we don’t have to change.” For years, I wore that praise like a medal, not realizing it was a bruise.

What finally broke me wasn’t a big explosion, but a quiet realization: no one was coming to rescue me, and I was no longer willing to rescue everyone else. I started saying no. No to bailing them out. No to answering every midnight call. No to being the family backbone while my own life went numb. I am slowly learning that I am allowed to be cared for, to rest, to be imperfect. My worth is no longer measured by how well I hold up other people’s collapsing worl