Yep.
I’m not jealous by nature, so when it hits it’s like having my first panic attack in a year, instead of my 5th one today :meh: (BIG bad bada boom! That wipes me the f*ck out, instead of minutes or moments that I can adapt and adjust to on the fly & barely be slowed down by).
:sneaky: Upside? Because they’re rare, I can tick them off on my fingers, but they are all support-related, interestingly enough.
- People who have their own place
- People who have jobs / income / insurance
- People who can afford to have surgery (especially because I ALMOST got to have all 3 of mine done in 2011. f*ck. 8 years later, and not even 1 done, nor likely to be in the foreseeable future. Okay, skipping to the next one before I start mooning about in oh so sexy self pity and self loathing).
... Nope. Damn. Got sucked into that one :shifty: There are 2 others. But they’re being obscured by my unintentional decision to wallow. (Yo! Self! Go wallow in massages or marshmallows or beautiful men, or something. Stop picking gross things to roll. around. in. like. a. dog. :facepalm: )
I can’t even imagine anymore how much better my life would/could be with those stabilizing basics to build a foundation on. The sheer level of support is... SMH. Hard to even wrap my head around, anymore. I can remember -sometimes- but it’s hard to imagine what could be, when it’s been so long.
Ditto Digz... For the most part I am genuinely happy for people who have those things... even when I am eyeballs deep in despair, sometimes even especially when eyeballs deep, good news is just soooooo nice / something to revel in. (Bring me your good news! Sing me songs of glory! Hell YES!) So when jealousy slinks in? It’s like being kicked in the gut. It’s bad enough that I don’t have it, but now I can’t even have vicarious happiness? WTFO???