It’s rough when you’re not the person who is considered the ‘worst off’
It’s like your problems are less relevant or less excruciating
It’s like you’re being ungrateful and over dramatic
You should be happy that your problems aren’t as bad as the other
Which is in part true. I am thankful for the health I have; the ability to walk, to breathe, to follow my passions and such
But that doesn’t mean my problems aren’t still fucking problems
That doesn’t mean I am not sick. That doesn’t mean I am not engulfed by
Anxiety; Depression; Nausea; Confusion; Brain Fog; Frustration; Self Hatred; Fatigue/ Exhaustion; Pain-Mental, Physical, Emotional; Etc.
That doesn’t fucking mean you understand my life and what I go through
Nobody fucking gets it
Not even the other people that should
I’m so fucking alone
Not even my own mother gets it because I am not as bad off as him
So when I’m mad or upset of anything its minuscule because it is nothing in comparison to what he feels
But in reality its just DIFFERENT. Not less. Not more. DIFFERENT.
So fuck it.
I am fucking done.