4 years on, and yet, pathetically...
I'm having a bad night tonight and there's no one to talk to about it. The problem with being healthy and having met friends when i was sick is that now everyone who's better has moved on with their lives (and from me), and anyone who's sick is too sick to deserve being burdened with my whining. All the people who are now healthy have significant others to rely on, but I'm alone.
I miss being sick. Yep, I said it.
I want people to care about me, to not expect so much of me, to want to protect me, to tell me they love me. But I know it's useless wishing and that I'm ignoring all the emotional and physical pain that came with it. I was assured repeatedly that people would still be there for me when I was better and that illness doesn't bring the kind of attention I want, but that's the lie they don't tell you.
I miss being sick. Yep, I said it.
I want people to care about me, to not expect so much of me, to want to protect me, to tell me they love me. But I know it's useless wishing and that I'm ignoring all the emotional and physical pain that came with it. I was assured repeatedly that people would still be there for me when I was better and that illness doesn't bring the kind of attention I want, but that's the lie they don't tell you.