Struggling with Family Expectations and Responsibilities

I pull myself out of my depression to go to my little cousins baseball games every Saturday and I slip right back into the depression the next day. I can handle going to the games, the ball park is where I was raised and it feels like a second home, but what I can’t handle is when we go to my uncles house after the games, my alcoholic mom gets wasted and my dad falls asleep so I have no way of getting home. Last time, we stayed until 7am the next morning. I haven’t been sleeping well due to my family being inconsiderate of other people sleeping so I was already tired and my anxiety makes my social battery drain super quick so it was overall not a good time for me. I can’t fall asleep unless I’m at my own home, in my own bed so I couldn’t even attempt to nap. When I got home, we were gone for so long that my dog had an accident and as much as I hate to admit it, I ignored it and fell asleep. I was exhausted. I cleaned it first thing in the morning, which was only about 5 hours since we got home because my family once again woke me up by being inconsiderate. They all nap during the day but I can’t nap. Once I’m awake, I can’t go back to sleep unless I’m still half asleep. Since they wake me up with such loud noises, I jolt up and can’t fall asleep again. I’ve just been having a rough time lately. I’ve been doing all the cleaning alone and they don’t intend on keeping anything clean then complain when it’s not clean. I cave and clean anyway because I can’t handle the mess. I’m just so tired. There’s 5 adults in this household including me. I shouldn’t have to carry the weight of everyone in my house in every way but financial. I feel like I’m trading my life away to be stuck in this house for THIER benefit and I can’t help but to feel that they really don’t care because they’re fine with putting everything on me but when I can’t handle it they complain that I should do more. More for them of course. Not for me. Oh but they also complain I don’t do more for me but only when they can benefit from whatever it is. I’m the eldest daughter and maybe that’s just my fate. I’m going to be stuck in a house that claims they’re trying to help me but all they do is complain I should do more and more and more!!! I’m trying the hardest I can. I’ve communicated what I could and got laughed at. I’m seen as weak. All they do is drag me down and tell me to my face that I’m the one doing it to myself.