I have to do the one thing I said I would never do. I have to put my father in a home. His dementia has progressed to the point I can no longer do this alone. he needs 24/7 care and monitoring. Last night he took a fall on the back patio, apparently while urinating in the yard. Thankfully no injuries beyond a couple of abrasions and a sprained wrist. But I can't watch him every second of the day. I'm afraid to run to the store. I'm afraid to go to sleep. The stress is literally killing me. My hair and teeth are falling out of my head. If something doesn't change, we're both gonna die. So, I have to put him in a home. Best for me and for him. So why do I feel like the most useless piece of shit? As an athiest I can't believe I'm saying this, but please pray for us. We need all the help we can get.