Something I've lowkeu always despised during my low points is seeing those "it gets better!" posts where the person's now happily married with 2.5 kids, loves their job, and life is just PERFECT
Because like....yay for them (genuinely) but it always feels shallow as someone who HAS had to sacrifice the idea of certain "happy endings" for survival - not just my own but loves ones too who need my sacrifice to literally be able to live
So, here's my realistic, pessimistic person type take on a "it gets better" post
I'm still in a house full of traumatizing memories
I'm still sacrificing significant amounts of my time to heal family that abused me (I know that's not my job; I was just the first one to break out of all the cult dynamic shit - it's a lot more complicated than just them being dicks)
I still refuse to allow myself to try to be in another relationship, because I do still firmly believe all I will ever find is abuse
I started volunteering at an animal shelter, and actually got pushed to put in a job application so they could hire me because they were so appreciative of me and how much care and effort I put in (I'm literally working at like...60%; I'm used to having to put in 125% at 12hr factory shifts every night)
Animals are SO therapuetic for me, and even when knee-deep in the worst of it, such as but not limited to-
abuse cases, saving creatures from hoarding situations, animals dying despite everyone's best efforts, aggressive animals that you HAVE to help care for at a willing risk of your own safety because someone mistreating them doesn't mean they should die for it, etc.,)
- I am genuinely SO excited for my next tomorrow, for a month from now, hell - I actually found myself curious about SEVERAL months from now and actually planning for it!
And it is entirely selfish joy, mind you
While YES the care of the animals is important, I've lucked out with relatively cool coworkers, etc., I have spent SO much of my life neglected and abused by people with no break (literally since birth, this is the first year I've not been abused and/or literally DYING)
And now I get to spend 8 1/2+ hrs a day surrounded by and "working for" things that I know EXACTLY where I stand with them
No wondering if I'm liked one day and going to ~breathe wrong~ and be hated the next
No having a bad day and being treated like a failure for it
These animals don't give a FUCK because I always show up with food and optional pets
For 8+ hrs a day, any day I damn well please including on holidays, I have a place to go to that I can sit somewhere and feel SAFE
Without fear of it being interrupted or needing to be shut tf down because someone else might need shit (because seriously - you really think that pit mix is going to care if you're sobbing while you pour their kibble????)
My #itgetsbetter isn't some magical sounding reality where all my dreams have suddenly come true
I still struggle with trust to the point I will never pursue some vulnerabilities ever again
I still struggle with urges I've fought ever since I can remember as attempts to escape
The only difference is, I have somewhere that I can go now that I ALWAYS know what drama, or chaos, or hell to expect
And no matter how bad it gets, even just showing up and lying in the fuckin floor MATTERS
It has such real, serious change in the lives of these animals - not because they're using me like people always have
But because I decided to exist around them, and that's enough