feeling Helpless

Hi, let me start off by saying, that I never put the correct punction in, so if you have a question about what I am saying please ask, also I can be a tad bit long-winded. I guess I like to give all information so you know the whole situation.

So let me start off by saying I have had CHF for 17 1/2(2002) years with an injection fraction rate of 15 to 25% I worked, raised children, and lived my life. before I received my lvad I was living in another state. and the doctors had told me that before they would even consider lvad placement, I needed a support system because I lived alone. so naturally, when you involve family members about what's going on, everyone has an opinion. So I chose what I thought would be best, living with my daughter. SO I packed up and move to where she was stationed, I feel like that's where my problems began.  

it seems like no sooner than I get here, the place that I was going to move into, basically lied and said they had vacancies and they didn't, so i had to go stay with my sister until I could find something else. Welp in the midst of trying to find someplace affordable to stay, i ended up in the hospital, it seems like i went in one day and woke up and it was 1 or 2 weeks later. and that when they told me that I needed to get an lvad or I can get end-of-life care, they called it something else but anyhow. i bargained and tried to reason my way to be like hey just let me go home find a place to live and I will come back and get the surgery, yes I really tried that and went there. But anyhow i didn't have long to make a decision because I was basically dying. so after 17 1/2 years this thing, this disease, beat me, so without much thought, I took a leap of faith that everything would be ok, welp it wasn't. 

From the beginning(11/2019 implant date) it has been hell, i had a 2-month hospital stay, low flow alarms, 3 driveline surgeries, a brain bleed and an infection that seems to not wanna go away. so from the beginning, it was my daughter and my sister, my sister was more for moral support, and a place to stay so we wouldn't have to keep driving to and from the hospital. So then my brother and his drama-filled wife decides to move this way, with the impression of helping my daughter out, because we didn't think that it, this, would be as bad and stressful as it was. welp, this is what leads me here today, i feel like i am a big burden on all of them i feel like i made the wrong decision, since my brother and his family moved(07/2021) here it has been nothing but drama, and no matter what i say to her, she takes things out of context, read what she wants to read and hear what she wants to hear. I know that i am not perfect, but i do know how to agree to disagree and to get along for the sake of getting along. well. i responded to something she wrote and used a metaphor something along the lines of to me giving up on life is like killing yourself,  something something, why don't you just give up on life, and she took that right there like i told her to go kill herself, and i am feeling like i can't help what you read or how you interpret it,  and i told yall before they moved here that i didn't have time patients to coddle the way i dealt with her, basically before i took the time and had the energy to deal with her shenanigans, but now i don't  There is more to the story but i can't remember it all, all i know is what i am going thru right now is making have second thoughts about doing this. i feel like a burden, my daughter doesn't have a life, and the people whom we thought to have moved closer to us is causing nothing but frigging stress. I am so stressed that i went and brought a pack of cig. i want them .  I am tired, i am like take this out, but the funny thing is i don't wanna kill myself, then again maybe i do cause i am just like take this thing out my chest so my daughter(she 25) , whom has no life, will go get a life and quit using me as an excuse of not going out and having fun. i just don't wanna deal with this dumbness. but is sucks cause its just me my brother and my sister, my mother passed in 2010, and yes i know that he has to deal with her and i don't, i am just over talking about it with them, it seems that every day its something new, i have enough frigging issues, it seems like my body is failing me,i am having lower back pain,my legs are going numb, i am having accidents, i cant work and i don't leave the house much because of my legs.  i always tell myself sec by sec, minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day. and i can talk myself thru this, this mind set, but today i just cant, today i am like i am over the bull, i am over the drama, i am over life. i am over feeling like i have to cave, i am over it all. you know that old saying you will do something when you get tired of being sick and tired,  i don't want to deal with the extra drama from my brother, because its so bad that i don't wanna talk to him, and my baby sister is coming to be the voice of reason, welp i don't want a voice of reason, i want  him to stay over there with his family , cause the moemt he comes here there is gonna be drama on his part, and if he brings my nephew, shes gonna bring drama here so i am like i don't wanna see all of them, lets just keep it simple.

so i guess my thought is has anyone ever felt like they made the wrong decision??? wish they could take it all back,, and if so how did you get you mind set out of that thought process. I know i am just talking sometimes, but honestly i feel like it, and i need not nessarrily  validation but some understanding from someone who has been thru what i am going thru. Having your body seem like its failing is nerve wrecking.

Thank you once again for taking the time to read and or respond, any information will be greatly appreciated.

Tonya