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Originally Posted by Griffe
It's funny in a bad kind of way that you can have a god awful day, you can be in so much pain, you can hate yourself so much and not feel like you're worth the air you breathe. You could be sitting with a bunch of people and not even have the energy to fake a smile and there could be a giant raincloud over your head and you wonder why the hell you still try and continue on.
But everyone can think you're fine, that or they just don't gave a &^!#.
I can tell a joke or laugh and people will think I'm fine? I don't even like pretending I'm fine. I just do it because that's all I know. I don't even do a good job of pretending I'm fine anymore.
My kids are going to grow up. Who's going to toss a football with them in the yard? Not me, I can't catch because I have no coordination because I only have one good eye. I may as well only have one eye. Who's going to walk to school with them? Not me, I'm stuck in this wheelchair. Maybe I'll get to used to crutches and not this wheelchair but even then.
I'm yelling and I can't tell if people can't hear me or they can and don't care. I need to talk and I can't do that irl. I post this and I probably won't feel any better because then it's just like saying it irl in a way, it's still public, anyone can read it  Do I really have any friends? Friends just seem to be people who'll leave me when I need help but I'm too scared to ask them. That's my fault, I know. I don't know WHO my friends are. I don't know anything anymore. Can I say it any clearer? I'm never okay and I'll probably never be okay. I have this stupid job interview in a couple of weeks, I have "friends" who hate me, I'm in pain but apparently it's invisible.
Why does it hurt, I learned my worth a long time ago. Rant over. If anyone actually read this far then you deserve a medal, because it's pretty obvious I'm not really worth listening to.
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My personal hope for you
is that some day
some way
you feel heard
and seen
believed
I hope for you that some day
some way
you see in another person's eyes
empathy for your suffering
I hope you become
a tree with strong roots
and curved branches
uniquely yourself
imperfect
as are we all
yet with inner strength
that you have chosen
you have developed
as you flex and dance in the storms
while still rooted in this earth
this world
may you find your own peace
wonder
calm
inspiration
and determination
to live
to choose life
here and now
yes
this is it
you really are not alone
you belong
you matter
we the community of trees
of souls imperfect yet beautiful
need you