
littleearthquakes
Member
- Apr 10, 2024
- 43
I'm the kind of sick people are terrified of. I've finally hit that point of no return where my quality of life is basically non-existent. I can't walk, can't talk or eat without pain, my hands are fucked up. My entire body hurts. I live with a partner/ex who is also disabled and can be emotionally abusive. They seem to resent me more the more I need help and we argue constantly and I'm afraid to ask for things especially if I need help trying to still do any of my hobbies and it's fucking devastating beyond words.
I lost every close online friend I've made the last few years over them not being able to accept me or handle my emotions or feedback or health stuff. Or they just got bored of me and my limitations. My condition is degenerative and unclear the treatment I'm finally getting will do anything. It literally hurts to write this. Yet I continue to try to make friends and every attempt goes down in flames.
This is not a life this is not anything. Things are better when I have someone to talk to but that comes at such a cost now physically and emotionally and nothing lasts. I have literal trauma from trying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do and everybody's freaked out by me and nobody can handle talking to me. People try to make me hopeful or want me to put on some happy facade or try to fix me or give me advice or awkwardly pitying or push me away in a million ways. And if I give feedback I just get lashed out at.
I feel like I'm just meant to fade out of existence and if I could push a button and know that it would work I would but right now I'm too sick to even know how to do it.
I don't know. If anyone can at least relate I would appreciate it. I just feel so incredibly fucking alone I don't know how to keep moving or breathing or eating or doing anything at all. Other options aren't possible at this moment so I just at least need to get through right now. I just don't wanna feel like this like I'm so sick and disabled and fucked up and everybody hates me for it and I'll never even have another connection again. I have nothing to hold onto and every attempt to find a little happiness or connection seems to make it worse. Maybe it's me I know it's partially me I know I'm a depressing mess but I try. I try to still be something in whatever time I have left. I try. I wish it could all stop.
I lost every close online friend I've made the last few years over them not being able to accept me or handle my emotions or feedback or health stuff. Or they just got bored of me and my limitations. My condition is degenerative and unclear the treatment I'm finally getting will do anything. It literally hurts to write this. Yet I continue to try to make friends and every attempt goes down in flames.
This is not a life this is not anything. Things are better when I have someone to talk to but that comes at such a cost now physically and emotionally and nothing lasts. I have literal trauma from trying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do and everybody's freaked out by me and nobody can handle talking to me. People try to make me hopeful or want me to put on some happy facade or try to fix me or give me advice or awkwardly pitying or push me away in a million ways. And if I give feedback I just get lashed out at.
I feel like I'm just meant to fade out of existence and if I could push a button and know that it would work I would but right now I'm too sick to even know how to do it.
I don't know. If anyone can at least relate I would appreciate it. I just feel so incredibly fucking alone I don't know how to keep moving or breathing or eating or doing anything at all. Other options aren't possible at this moment so I just at least need to get through right now. I just don't wanna feel like this like I'm so sick and disabled and fucked up and everybody hates me for it and I'll never even have another connection again. I have nothing to hold onto and every attempt to find a little happiness or connection seems to make it worse. Maybe it's me I know it's partially me I know I'm a depressing mess but I try. I try to still be something in whatever time I have left. I try. I wish it could all stop.
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