I’m so sorry, Lils. Sending you love. This will get easier in time, I promise.
I’m sorry, I should probably stop posting this shit at this point.
You have absolutely nothing to apologise for.
I do, especially at this point, I need to just shut the fuck up about it.
I can assure you, you are entitled to post about your feelings. What you went through was horrific.
Barely, I’ve been through worse and I don’t bitch and moan about that, so I’m just going to stop being a whiny piece of shit about all this for the good of everyone else, especially you and everyone else always replying and messaging me trying to help. I’m a fucking parasite.
Lils, you aren’t a burden, or a parasite, or anything other word you might try running with. This is not a competition ranking the challenges you have faced. Love is something that cuts deepest of all. It is as though we watch the very home we built for that special person, all the adoration and warmth, turn and crumble down on us. You are bothering nobody here by using a platform which we all use for a similar purpose. To speak on our struggles. This just so happens to be one of yours. That is okay. Take your time, rest, rejuvenate. Like Not said, please try applying your dose tomorrow. The house may have fallen, but it can always be repaired. The more hands there are the help, the faster the reconstruction.
Goodnight, try to take it tomorrow. I hope you feel better soon
I’m starting to think I’ll never feel better. Only worse.
Feelings tend to seem that way. It’s still possible for it to get better
