it’s so wild to me how for basically my entire life I thought I was broken and unfit for this world. everything came so hard to me in ways it didn’t to anyone else. summoning the energy to go to work every day, keeping up with the fast pace everyone expected me to move at, managing my emotions - all impossible tasks for me yet everyone else seemed able to do them effortlessly, or at least with way less effort than I had to put in. and I always felt like I had to fight through existing and there was a constant conflict between listening to my instincts and what I knew I needed vs being what the world expected me to be, and I had to put in so much effort just to be objectively mediocre at existing and I was so tired and it didn’t seem worth it at all. I would’ve much rather been dead or in some other world. and the WHOLE ENTIRE TIME I was just sick










