In the wake of some attempted life changes, I have found myself not caring as much for the animals I have, and it's become worrisome. No, they are not being neglected, if their health were failing because of me I would have found them new homes in a heartbeat.

Nearly every animal I have now were rescues, each with history, each who benefited in my care. I used to do everything in my power every day to make sure they were comfortable, even now, I have no bedroom for them. And now even filling water dishes are a chore. I feel so guilty for it, but at the same time, I could really use the money I spend on them for things I need, such as clothes and an apartment of my own. I could better use the time in college. I could better use the space they take up for a quiet study area, I could have my bedroom back and not have to sleep on the couch since I moved into a smaller place. But I do still love them all, and I'm torn because of it. I have considered finding them homes, but when I do, I'm just reminded that every person I am ever contacted by to re-home a rescue sound incredibly incompetent, or have sounded great, then turned around and sold the animal for a profit the next day (yes, literally, someone was on craigslist selling the ball python I adopted out to them less than 24 hours prior).

Has anyone felt this way? Is this a sign I should get out of the hobby completely for awhile, or is this a phase? I really don't know what to think anymore...