I'm about to be crushed by my mother's sense of responsibility
I always think in my head that it's okay for my family to die at any time, and I have an obsessive idea that I might die or I might die. In particular, when cooking meals for the second son, leftover detergent will become toxic, and the second son will die, isn't it? When you put a sweater close to the fire in the second son's room, the sweater will burn out later, and the second son's room will catch fire, right? I only worry about really ridiculous things. My eldest son doesn't have that much, but he's worried about death the same thing. How can we escape this suffering? Thank you for your support.
