I'm so fucking incompatible with life. My condition only continues to deteriorate based on the fact that I merely exist. I live in a near-constant state of dissociation and I'm operating almost exclusively on autopilot, and I only do the bare minimum just to satisfy the most basic human needs required for survival – just having to get something to eat is torture. I'm horrified and ashamed by how long it's been since the last time I washed my hair, but I just can't. I'm in so much fucking pain and it's exhausting just to even roll over in bed. Everything about this existence is so fucking degrading.
The reality of ME/CFS is so far off from what most healthy people can even comprehend. It's a brutal fucking illness in itself, and even if I didn't have all of these other long-term physical and psychological conditions or have to carry around all of this trauma, and "just" had ME, I'd still want to off myself because of how bad this is... but no, apparently a degenerative, debilitating chronic illness that wreaks havoc on my entire body (and currently has no approved treatment or cure) just isn't enough. And I know that life isn't easy and blah blah blah, and I've never expected life to be easy or even enjoyable, but for fuck's sake, this is just stupid. Life has shown me time and again that there is no such thing as rock bottom for me; no true low. I am positive that if an anti-choicer spent just one day in my position (or that of A LOT of people on SS), they would understand.
But, sure, life is precious, something that everyone wants and something that must be preserved at all costs, personal choice and quality of life be damned. Fuck me.
I don't mean to throw myself a pity party; I'm just so done with this pathetic existence and I hit my breaking point a very long time ago, and I take an immense amount of solace in the fact that one day I'll finally be free from this flesh prison and fucked up world. It's all I have to look forward to.