One of the complicating factors over my grief about Mom is that, what with the house burning down and what with her dying before Dad, even the slight share of inheritance that would have come with selling the house after both parents passed is sort of never going to happen, AND we'll be out money from dealing with all of this.
So, you know. Grief, plus a side of just despair and frustration. And a currently homeless sibling (brother) living in my shed, as insurance stopped paying for the apartment he and Mom were in. And I just cleaned out the storage unit with all my sister's crap in it (did I mention her complete mental breakdown, blowing up of her life, and current status of group home resident? and that I haven't spoken to her since just after the fire?) that I'd been paying for since taking it over from my ex-brother-in-law in December. We'd been planning on moving it into the new shed we got (that currently has my brother in it), but when they went down to look at it, they found rats had got into everything, so instead, we had to rent a dump truck and throw out almost every single one of my sister's belongings (three dump runs costing several hundred dollars), which is how I spent my weekend.
Oh, and did I mention the drunk driver who at 2 AM a couple of weeks ago took out multiple parked vehicles on my street? Three of which were ours? (Two of those were totalled--Mom's old Miata and Paul's motorcycle--and the third needs $11k of repairs, which means our EV is out of commission while gas prices are through the roof, and also, the driver was underinsured, so that's fun.)
I feel like I should ask Job for therapist recommendations, except it's been an expensive last year and a half.