the VOID

I'm having another meltdown. I'm so discontent. I'm so unhappy. We're not spose to complain but that's how I feel. I want to move out, but wonder if God will provide for me to persue selfish ends when I should be looking after my Mum. But if I'm literally counting off the years till I die, then maybe that says something.
I just feel like my life is utterly pointless. No meaning. VOID.