when do you stop grieving for the life you thought you’d have? like, does that happen?

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when do you stop grieving for the life you thought you’d have? like, does that happen?
why is it so hard for people to grasp that disabilities disable and chronic illnesses are chronic. yes even when it inconveniences you. yes even when your patience runs out
Wait, so you’re telling me not everyone is thinking constantly about how much of a failure they are, how they wish they could change their life completely, and how (no matter what) they will always be an outcast in any situation?
What a way to live.
Do you ever get the sense that no matter where you go or what you do...you are not welcome? You will constantly be *outside*. You'll always be clawing at the window of a warmly-lit house, watching everyone you love feast around a table full of sustenance while you're starving for a crumb. And when they see you, they give you this pitiful look. Half-guilt, half-disgust as they slowly close the blinds.
You will always be a monster.
i just want to be held until i stop hurting. i want to feel safe, loved and protected. being alive hurts so much..
I need what I can't have
i wish i wasn’t so disposable
mom can u come pick me up my brain is telling me no one wants me here
all i want is to go home, but i dont know where to find it
I don’t think I have a place that I belong
Alone in my room, wondering what went wrong.
I wish I wasn't traumatized at the young age because now I can't function like a normal human being. I'm scared of everything because I'm so scared of fucking things up. I don't want to be me anymore
thinking you're being overdramatic and paranoid over nothing only to be proven completely right is such a sickening feeling.
i’m so fucking tired of feeling wrong. i have felt wrong for my entire life.