Hello everyone my story is probably like many others, it's painful lonely and seemingly without end.
I want to be who I was in some ways, but not in others. To the rest of the world I am who I was because they can't see inside of me. I am accepting of others abilities as perceiving as 'normal' but not so of myself, because I can see inside of me. I am aware of my fears, depressions nightmares and losses.
The ones who know best are my long suffering family who still don't really 'get it' but do what they can.
I sometimes don't know if I can continue, I keep trying and hope that the little bits of respite become bigger than the long bits of misery!
I want to be who I was in some ways, but not in others. To the rest of the world I am who I was because they can't see inside of me. I am accepting of others abilities as perceiving as 'normal' but not so of myself, because I can see inside of me. I am aware of my fears, depressions nightmares and losses.
The ones who know best are my long suffering family who still don't really 'get it' but do what they can.
I sometimes don't know if I can continue, I keep trying and hope that the little bits of respite become bigger than the long bits of misery!