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My depression. And I'm mid 30s now and my parents are in the 60s. I do not look forward to what will inevitably happen...
Fortunately I got professional help and haven't been majorly depressed in years. I didn't do hard drugs or fell into alcoholism back then. On a different timeline with different group of acquaintances I can see myself dead OD. Or jumping. Or bled out. Instead a lot of money and debt accrued coping with material junk and parasocialism. I can't deny the parasocialism is really the anchor that kept me long enough to get therapy and medication. Now I understand the dangers of it but still.
I am eternally grateful that my government has some semblance of functionality to at least have subsidized healthcare for mental healthcare (and a lot of other health issues).
Of course I'm not fully out of the woods. Nobody with depression truly does I think. It's always there, bubbling. Now I'm always alert to how my friends, family are of signs of depression. But what worked for me doesn't always will work for others, so on that aspect I struggle. But at the very least I will lend my attention and shoulders.