CenotaphGirl
Under the dirt, that’s my home ⚰️
I confess that I'm not 100% equip to deal with overly negative things right now, I am still recovering from the section and I need some time to get back to myself.
I feel like the second I came out everyone just dumped on me. I am only human. I know they cant imagine what its like but I haven't been able to eat properly since I got home due to "anxiety?"
It's like everyone in my life became over-demanding overnight "you're out, you're fine now here's all my **** I want you to deal with". It just doesn't work that way, I wish it did but I just need a little compassion, a little empathy. People treat me like I am literally subhuman, I honestly dont know what they want from me any more.
Straight away from every direction I just felt pulled and pushed and even taken advantage of, like im a human, im just not ready, maybe I didnt articulate that properly, am I at fault there?
I am currently calm, clutching a bucket and feeling like I just dont know if I should cut the power lock the doors and section myself at home in the dark for a week or 2 till im better because this is overwhelming.
It's like im expected to get out of hospital and just be exactly where everyone last saw me, and if im not, im the bad guy... WHAT!?!?! it's just so unfair, and okay maybe I lied about the "calmly" clutching the bucket, but I am sitting with the dreaded bucket nevertheless. How can everyone expect that? They cant genuinely think thats how it works, do they think this whole thing is a game? I have my stupid ex complaining, people jumping to conclusions, my brother wanting my support... it's just too much. I am about to just say f it... and I swear, I will be the bad guy at that point because I am not going to be nice about this anymore.
Why wont they just let me heal... these things take time.
I feel like the second I came out everyone just dumped on me. I am only human. I know they cant imagine what its like but I haven't been able to eat properly since I got home due to "anxiety?"
It's like everyone in my life became over-demanding overnight "you're out, you're fine now here's all my **** I want you to deal with". It just doesn't work that way, I wish it did but I just need a little compassion, a little empathy. People treat me like I am literally subhuman, I honestly dont know what they want from me any more.
Straight away from every direction I just felt pulled and pushed and even taken advantage of, like im a human, im just not ready, maybe I didnt articulate that properly, am I at fault there?
I am currently calm, clutching a bucket and feeling like I just dont know if I should cut the power lock the doors and section myself at home in the dark for a week or 2 till im better because this is overwhelming.
It's like im expected to get out of hospital and just be exactly where everyone last saw me, and if im not, im the bad guy... WHAT!?!?! it's just so unfair, and okay maybe I lied about the "calmly" clutching the bucket, but I am sitting with the dreaded bucket nevertheless. How can everyone expect that? They cant genuinely think thats how it works, do they think this whole thing is a game? I have my stupid ex complaining, people jumping to conclusions, my brother wanting my support... it's just too much. I am about to just say f it... and I swear, I will be the bad guy at that point because I am not going to be nice about this anymore.
Why wont they just let me heal... these things take time.