People lack self-awareness and empathy. All my life, they have acted like the struggle of chronic patients is a personal attack on them and their idealism. It’s prejudice, nothing more, nothing better. They’re just plain prejudiced against the sick and poor, and are ashamed they are forced to encounter someone they can’t fix or control. I don’t care how the hell they were raised or trained; it’s a moral failure that I will never accept or respect.
Pain outweighs everything else in my existence. When it finally ends and I am permanently at rest, I will be better off. I don’t care how stupid that sounds.
I don’t care. My new year resolution is to stop caring so much. If you are embarrassed that I learned how to publicly advocate for myself to stay alive, tough luck. If you think I’m “negative” for battling serious illnesses and talking about it, leave and never come back. If you’re a user or abuser who is part of the problem, die.
I have rare disease. My life is ruined by it. I’m angry about that and at all of the people who failed me. I have every right to be, and I’m not sorry.
