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- Jul 27, 2024
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I can't make it through this, I can't handle it, I can't endure it. I can't live and work and exist with a chronic illness and with severe depression. But everyone around me insists that I can: my doctor, my family, my counselor, my friends. But they don't have to wake up in my body, they don't have to exist in my head. Why is it that it's important to appreciate people's lived experiences, yet everyone is allowed to discount my beliefs and my understanding? I know myself better than other people know me, I understand my limitations better than some fucking stranger that gets paid to talk to me. And I cannot fucking do it.
I swear, they will only understand this after I'm dead.
I swear, they will only understand this after I'm dead.