I’ll never get out, i’ll never be healthy again, all of it gone, stuck in this ■■■■■■■■ prison with these ■■■■■■■ assholes.
They’ll never leave me alone.
If i were to have a tombstone it would say: “They ■■■■■■■ killed me!”
May this earth burn and be no more, the agonies here are thick and at a high frequency, it should be no more, it should be gone. What a rancid rancid place this is, what a horrible horrible thing it is. It begs to be destroyed because it’s so ■■■■■■■ ugly.
You’re right. But you are strong and you can acclimate to it. I hope only the best for you even though we’ve been cursed by this disease. They took everything from us, but try anyway just to keep some piece of yourself, and have the strength to hold onto it.
I feel that way sometimes too, @pansdisease. I don’t understand it all, even while I believe in God. It still doesn’t make sense to me.
You’re strong. You are clever. Find a space for yourself on this planet. It doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s space.
I hope you find/make a peaceful place where you have a break from the torment.
I hope you feel better soon. I get very bitter about being ill too and having to take meds while worrying about the next relapse the rest of my life. I try to focus on as much of the good stuff as I can. I wish you a very Merry Christmas.