My life is a tragic story. ❤️🩹🏥🩺
I’m having a “down day,” so maybe take this with a grain of salt, but the fact that my life is a tragedy is become more and more difficult to ignore.
I was born with a severe, or I guess more “complicated” version of Tetralogy of Fallot, a congenital heart-condition. My early life, ages 0-12 were pretty normal, I had several heart-operations and health scares but was relatively healthy and I did normal activities. My mom has a different recollection of events since she was deeply traumatized and impacted by my early health-scares, but I was strong in spite of what I went through. I was in ballet, horse riding lessons, karate and in a lot of ways lived a normal life. I know I should be grateful to have those types of opportunities, because I’m sure they’re not opportunities that everyone has. I’m a childhood domestic violence victim, and so from the ages of 12-18 I became increasingly introverted and agoraphobic, but when I was in my late and teens and early twenties, I still had a lot of hope that I would get married, have kids, and live a normal life. I played basketball in highschool and junior high, I was tall, athletic, had an hourglass figure and a standing “military posture,” and not to toot my own horn or anything… but maybe looked even a little more “healthy” or “vibrant” than your average individual because of those things.
I’m skipping over quite a lot here, since it would be beyond impossible to tell my entire life-story in a single post, but in my mid-twenties I started to experience some probably stress-related health issues, and when I was about thirty I was diagnosed with heart-failure. After my last heart-surgery, I really hoped that things would get better, but instead of getting better a lot of my symptoms started to get increasingly worse. At the age of forty, I feel like I’m at the end of life… But I feel like I never got to live my life to begin with. I’m a sexual assault victim, but I’m a virgin, and I’ve never even had consensual sex. I used to get a lot of attention, and it was intimidating and anxiety-inducing… But I’ve never had anyone in my life who understood what I’m going through, only people who either feared or pitied me. I worked in a nursing home as young adult, when I was studying nursing, and so I understand that there are many much more tragic stories than my own. I generally try to distract myself with my hobbies and with things like listening to music. I know I have a lot of things to feel grateful for, so I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself, but just live in the reality of what I’m experiencing. I feel like I’m always expected to conform my perspective and point to view to suit other people’s realities or perceptions, but I’m just so tired of doing that. It’s exhausting not being allowed to be myself because other people either have an overly romantic, or overly negative, view of what I’m going through. Either that, or they’re overly optimistic or delusional and I’m also expected to share or conform to that point of view because it’s convenient.
There’s not really any point to this post, this is just me stepping back and trying to drink it all in so that I can face another day. I’m not saddened or bitter or anything, but feeling like I’m not allowed to be myself, or speak my own truth, does make me feel that way. I know I’m both vulnerable and guarded in a way that’s unhealthy, but I don’t really know how to be any other way because this is the way I am. I feel that there’s no psychologist or therapist that can help me, because that would just feel like another set of expectations that I would feel pressured to conform to, so I’m hoping you gentle people will understand, since you’re probably experiencing something quite similar. ✌️❤️