Will life get better
I’ve been writing in a diary because I forget the pain, lose my sense of myself, and lose the overall feeling of what I’m going through. I like expressing how I feel, but I can’t always do that out loud, so I’ve been using a notebook. It doesn’t really help, but maybe someone would find it if something ever happened to me or if my conditions got worse.
There aren’t any therapy places available, and I’m just unsure who I am anymore. I feel myself changing becoming more selfish, more unaware, more mentally unstable. I need friends, but I’ve never been able to make any. I never fit in, never had the energy. I feel like a sack of potatoes… no, worse, because potatoes are useful. I feel useless, tired, sick.
Maybe my mind just can’t handle the complications of having both Erythromelalgia and lupus. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to support myself or survive on my own. I wake up, play games, sleep over and over because EM has taken my dreams from me.
I want friends who don’t pity me, who understand me, who actually take time for me even when I can’t always give the same back. I feel selfish because if I’m not, I get sad. I ask and never give because I feel like I have nothing to give just emptiness and fake empathy. I feel broken and tired.
I wonder if I’ll ever feel understood, or if I’m truly selfish or broken or both. Maybe I’ll become something more someday… but most likely I won’t. I’m 17 and already feel like my life is over, even when I push past the pain and the urge to do nothing so my EM doesn’t trigger.
I graduated, but I’ve realized I might not be able to use it because of all this. I’m so tired, so sleepy, so done. I just want someone or something to make it stop, even though I know people love me I just can’t feel it the same anymore. I bury my feelings because I don’t know how to use them.