My whole life has been survival mode. Survival for everything, shelter, food, clothing, education, health. So many prayers to be loved, to have a family, to belong, to have a purpose or meaning, to matter to someone, to be noticed, to be accepted.
At 40 years old, I can no longer be like this, I’m too exhauted to even care. I’m like an empty bottle of water, the container is here but has nothing left in it.
Please forgive as I prefer to die, it’s my destiny.
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I feel the same. I’m almost 40, would be 38 if I make it that far, homeless, too ugly to be loved, hell, too ugly to even split rent with people as is why I’m homeless….
I hear your pain. I hear it well.
I wish you peace for your heartache and distress.