I hate being disabled. Yeah that's right disabled. Whether any of us wants to admit it or not, (including me) I am disabled.
By disabled it means I have all kinds of limitations.
I hate having limitations. I hate having to ask for help. I hate not being to do the things I want to do my myself. I hate having had to give up a whole bunch of things.
I hate having pain every day. I hate my legs being numb half of the time. I hate wanting to cry almost all the time. I hate always being tired.
I hate having gone fat because one of the only joys I have left is food.
I hate that my home is dirty because I can't find the energy to get all my chores done.
I hate that I am out of breath all the time.
I hate that my heart rate goes up to a bazillion beats per minute for just climbing one flight of stairs when 5 years ago I could climb 6 flights and not feel so horrible.
I hate that our medical system makes it almost impossible to get proper help.
I hate that those around me have such a hard time understanding how hard all of this is for me.
I hate that I can't learn like I used to, that the fog keeps getting in the way.
I hate that I can't draw anymore. Between the pain in my hands and the lack or coordination, the results are horrendous.
I hate that I am a burden on those around me.
I hate that between my son and I we put such a heavy burden on my daughter.
I hate that my limitations ban me from having a dog.
I hate that it's so hard to find affordable clothes that fit me decently and look nice.
I hate that I can't fit in my bathtub, That I can't take a nice relaxing warm bath.
I hate that every time I look into the mirror I am disgusted with what I see.
I hate that I can't be in a relationship because of the way I feel about myself.
I hate having to work full time when I am needed at home.
Thanks for reading!
Not the most positive of posts, but like I said, sometimes stuff just needs to come out!
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