In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer, to forget oneself is to be happy. ☮
the rich white boy is 100% scarier than the clown like honestly I’m not even making a white boy joke like this character is scaring me more than the damn clown
One of the hardest things about chronic illness is the waiting. Waiting for the medication to kick in. Waiting for the prescriptions to be filled. Waiting for paperwork to clear. Waiting for the next doctor’s appointment. Waiting to please just get better already or to finally keel over dead.
Over the years I’ve gotten used to the pain, but the waiting never gets easier.
I find that I too often dwell my soul in the past. Mostly, I get lost within my childhood, I try to imagine my life different; maybe if I had done one single thing different I could have ended up in a different place today. I find it hard to get past a lot of it. Maybe that is because I lost most of my childhood, it went spiraling down into this black hole and somewhere in the mix, many memories somehow got plastered into my brain. Memories no child should ever even have to endure. I look at my son and even though he gives me a bit of grief, I would kill anyone who ever tried to destroy his childhood how mine was shattered. This has been an extremely hard process for me to go through, unfortunately, it’s only the beginning of a journey I hope to find some healing from. I don’t know if I can ever be fully healed from the way my life began, but I hope maybe this can be a start.