I can't sleep at night these days. As soon as I hit the bed I'm overpowered with guilt, anxiety, and sadness. I moved away from my home 6 months ago forcefully because I wanted to have freedom. My parents asked me to stay back a million times but I didn't listen. My mom died this month. It's like she knew she was going to go. I'm the worst son ever but all she gave me was love. I couldn't even see her for one last time.