Is so, how?

My mom and I are really close, and while we lived together in my later teen years she was a really progressive and open minded person, give or take some mildly innocuous comments, but ever since I moved out 3 years ago she's become delusional, racist, and borderline psychotic. She now hates immigrants, especially east Indian people. She believes angels talk to her through Instagram. And she is psychotic when it comes to driving. She followed a woman home the other day for cutting her off. I always call her out for the things she does, but she can always find a way to justify it to herself. She feels no guilt for the horribly racist things she says about east Indian people and it scares me. Recently she got in a minor accident with an east Indian driver and she recorded him and went on a racist rant. She refuses to listen or change, and I genuinely feel so sickened and disgusted by her actions. I don't even like being around her as much because I know she'll say these horrible things in front of me and it'll cause a fight

Does anyone else have parents like this? It's so exhausting and I feel so guilty for being her daughter and not being able to stop it

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In a small tent amidst the rubble of what remains of Gaza's homes, my family and I live with our daily suffering, which has become our companion at every moment. We are 27 people in a tent that cannot protect us from the harsh winter cold. The cold strikes us day and night, and as the winds grow stronger, the pain in our weakened bodies intensifies, especially in the small children who know nothing of life but hunger and pain. It has been 9 days since we last tasted the flavor of bread, that simple thing that used to be a basic part of our lives, but now it has become a distant dream. Since the siege, we have only received rice and canned food like beans, peas, and chickpeas. With every meal, we feel weakness creeping into our bodies, and in the eyes of the children, there is a gleam of fear—not just from the hunger of today, but from the uncertainty of tomorrow. The children scream at night from the cold, clinging to each other in search of an imaginary warmth that this worn-out tent cannot provide. There is no electricity or heating, and the cold cuts through their bones, increasing their pain and our anxiety. Every time I try to reassure them that the dawn will bring us a new hope, those words are the last I can say, because deep in my heart, I have no hope left. The children's health is steadily deteriorating due to weak immunity caused by the lack of food and its poor quality, and the days pass on us like a punishment. Under this siege, our lives have become nothing but waiting for a slow death. But we cannot give up because we know the children need us, and there is no choice but to try to survive, no matter the circumstances.

We are not only asking for survival, but for the determination to overcome this never-ending pain. We demand the freedom we lost, and the dignity that was destroyed by the bombing and destruction. All we need is a little support to stay alive, as the world watches, knowing nothing of our suffering except silence. But here we are, shouting loudly in the face of this darkness, hoping someone will hear us.

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We were planning our overdue honeymoon in a hotel in the Philippines. Two days ago, this was priced 10k PHP cheaper. With the booking site tied to American booking company (simplebooking.travel), Black Friday sales are making the listing more expensive?!?