woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 242
Oh, oh yes, it must be my fault I'm like this. The people around me won't say it. Maybe they really don't believe it. But the general attitude of our society seems to say, "take responsibility for you being ill." As if I CHOSE THIS. "Get a therapist!" I did. They abandoned me. "Do exercises to help with your POTS!" I did. It exhausted me to the point of being the only thing I could do in a day and I stopped. "Get on meds!" I did. They seem to barely help, and I can't take any others because of my POTS/weird undiagnosed seizure disorder/general unresponsiveness to the other meds I try. "Get on disability!" It takes YEARSSSSS to get approved. You think I have fucking years? I'm getting kicked out of my place on February 8th. I barely have a month. And then, when all the suggestions are exhausted, when all the guilt trip bullshit rhetoric to keep me alive doesn't work, when I can't afford any other treatment anyway, it's silence. As if to say, "there's nothing left for you if you won't accept our help." YOUR HELP DOESN'T WORK!!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!!! DON'T FUCKING COMPLAIN WHEN I DIE. Don't you dare pretend like I never tried. I did, and I still do, but I am out of expectations from people to help me. I am out of expectations from myself to try anything anymore, because it backfires every time, because I don't trust suggestions, because I've been hurting and trying to die all my life and all I ever got from people was, "don't worry, it gets better." Well it hasn't. What more do they fucking want? I didn't ask to be born. And now I ask to die. That's not a betrayal to anyone. It's an injustice to me.