Desdemona
Member
- Oct 14, 2020
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Anyone else with me? I think I've struggled with depression my whole life. Things like being made fun of, not really fitting in, not being happy with my appearance, romantic feelings that weren't reciprocated, hating my job, my family, etc.
But then...
Then I got chronically ill and am now basically house bound. There are no treatments and no good advice for healing as it's an under researched condition. Through this, I realized how much I actually love life. The feeling of finding a new coffee shop. Going on a hike and taking in the views. When a strangers dog runs up to you for cuddles. Bonding with coworkers over how much you hate your job. Really good days that stand out from the really bad ones. Little things that I never really appreciated because I was so hyper focused on the things I DIDN'T have instead.
If a genie magically took all my pain and physical ailments away, I dont think I'd want to die. But that's not how life works is it. I'm in too deep with reading scary stories and knowing how there is no cap on how sick you can get. You think that just because you're unlucky enough to have one chronic health issue? Think again, here's 5 more! It never ends and life is horrifying to me now. You're never really the same after experiencing something as traumatic as an incurable illness but one that isn't terminal.
I also guess if I never got ill I would continue being in my ways and underappreciting life. Maybe this is enlightenment and this is my final phase of life? Material positions mean nothing to me anymore, I just want health. Hindsight is funny that way.
Anyone with me?
But then...
Then I got chronically ill and am now basically house bound. There are no treatments and no good advice for healing as it's an under researched condition. Through this, I realized how much I actually love life. The feeling of finding a new coffee shop. Going on a hike and taking in the views. When a strangers dog runs up to you for cuddles. Bonding with coworkers over how much you hate your job. Really good days that stand out from the really bad ones. Little things that I never really appreciated because I was so hyper focused on the things I DIDN'T have instead.
If a genie magically took all my pain and physical ailments away, I dont think I'd want to die. But that's not how life works is it. I'm in too deep with reading scary stories and knowing how there is no cap on how sick you can get. You think that just because you're unlucky enough to have one chronic health issue? Think again, here's 5 more! It never ends and life is horrifying to me now. You're never really the same after experiencing something as traumatic as an incurable illness but one that isn't terminal.
I also guess if I never got ill I would continue being in my ways and underappreciting life. Maybe this is enlightenment and this is my final phase of life? Material positions mean nothing to me anymore, I just want health. Hindsight is funny that way.
Anyone with me?
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