For those of you who don't already know my story, I'll recap: My 83-yo mom had a stroke 3 mos ago. She's been in rehab for most of that, where she had a private room and was making physical progress. Then she started to backslide (her muscles on the affected side clenched up) and she "plateaued." So they move her into a shared room in the longterm unit with a roommate who plays the TV at top volume all day. That was a week ago and she is miserable. There's no way she can live in this place. So I've made the decision to move her back to her apartment, where she has lived alone for 30 years. I am working with an agency to set up 24/7 care. I know it will be for the best, but it is a massive adjustment to go from an independent life to having no independence. Anyway, I am losing it with having so much responsibility. I am an only child, divorced with two teenagers and a full-time job. My mother's boyfriend very helpful in many ways, but he's 84, so I can hardly ask him to do a lot. I'm panicking about setting up the homecare, as there is so much involved--getting equipment, moving things around, finding the right aides, hoping my mom doesn't insist on drinking too much (which she does), etc, etc, etc. I'm also meeting with a lawyer about her finances and spending down to Medicaid. It's another full-time job as you all know, and I am not even her actual caregiver. I am so stressed out and feeling so alone. This whole thing is on ME. I have wonderful friends and family, but no one whose arms I can collapse into and sob.