I like ShepardCommandr's response. Gotta respect brutal honesty.
My entire adult life has been defined by illness. It's a long story, but essentially I had to place my whole life on hold at 20 to fight a very serious diagnosis. This lasted for 19 years to where I'm at presently. Treatment wasn't the whole time; the thing is it was so traumatic to me that when I was off treatment I was in deep depression (Bipolar II), pretty close to suicidal, and wasn't productive. Then I got pulled back into treatment when I tried to resume my life, then time off, then on, then off. Every time I tried to resume my life my illness would grab me by the ankles and pull me back down. About a year ago I finally threw up my hands and said enough, and have decided to try to live my life despite the consequences to my health. I'm a dead man anyway if I'm existing just to go through treatment at the expense of actually living and discovering life. I'd honestly rather be dead.
It's remarkable I'm even alive, but no one knows what it took and I've nothing to show for it. No degrees to hang on my walls, no houses or cars, no family, no profession, no respect from people. I wallow in self-pity. Not always,but today is one of those days. I shouldn't feel disappointed in myself I suppose, but I compare myself to my peers and what society values. Who doesn't? I can't help it. Most of my family are among the elite.....older brother's a millionaire, sister's in the six figures, father's a well respected scientist. Here I am in my parent's house, now in school with people that could be my children, but I know very little of living a "normal" life. I can't relate to anyone because we've nothing to relate on. I'm picking up where I left off at 20 in career/emotional terms and lifestyle. Nobody that age wants to hang with a middle aged man (neither do I with them because they're blissfully ignorant), and people my age who have families and careers I have nothing in common with. I have nowhere to fit in.
I suppose I deal with self-disappointment through anger and misanthropic tendencies. I hate people, but I realize this is only because I'm projecting. I feel robbed. I'm driven to succeed in school but have passionate hatred for my peers and am incredible resentful towards the healthy, but only the healthy that deem to judge me (who, as I appear very healthy, do so too often). I'm trying to improve myself before it's too late but I don't know if I'm going to make it. The alternative is always there but the last thing I want to do is hurt people.
I need to grow up in many areas, even though I'm very mature and experienced in one specific aspect, that being chronic illness. Truth is, I'd rather have all that experience spread out over a whole life than simply poured into one thing that has largely brought me nothing but misery and sacrifice.
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