Yes I remember her being unhappy most of the time. She suffered from multiple mental health issues and she didnt know how to manage her symptoms. As a child I thought that was normal, I didnt know any better. But as I grew up I realized that she was in a lot of emotional pain for most of life. Yes, of course I felt bad for her bc I k we she was suffering. I didnt know how to help her or show her that it was ok to be happy, I was clueless. I would try to spend alot of time with her just she knew someone was there who cared. I’m not really sure it made much of a difference since all I could do was provide a warm body. I couldnt help her talk thru any of her issues or sort out anything she was thinking. She did have her moments where she would talk about the dark thoughts in her head but all I could do was listen. She did have happy times as well, not all was dark and depressive but she didnt know how to make peace with her demons. I always felt responsible for her well being even into adulthood.