I know that my mother would get severely depressed and I'm sorry for that.
It might sound selfish, but there are days when I'm in pain for my health; at those times, complex assignments at work and tight timelines make me wonder why I should keep living, doing so many efforts for a life that probably is not worth living, closed in an apartment most of the time, without any human soul interacting with me.
And I think that in 10 to 20 years, it will be nightmare. I will have to take care of what my parents leave behind, funerals of many relatives, unresolved inheritances, lawyers & co, wasting money and energies in things that should not concern me, while I live in another country and I'm in a health condition such that anything can make me lose my delicate balance.
Somehow I know where this train is going to and it makes me want to jump out before the others do.