I really despise when not sick people try to cheer me up. “Things will get better”
no, well actually maybe, but you’re making it worse, because I’ve been waiting for it to get better a long time. I know one way it will eventually get better, I’ll die, of old age if nothing else. That will be better.
It’s just the same problem as before; I don’t trust the perspective of others, all the less if they think that I’m set up for a win. I’m not. Worst is when I’m already run down, tired and frustrated, and now I have to argue for my point of view.
End result is me feeling like my thoughts and opinions don’t count, and that other people are entirely not invested in getting me out of this problem.
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I have come to accept that the only people who understand this pain, that I see in person, are my therapist or my group therapy comrades (when facilitated by my therapist). No friend, nobody, really understands outside of them, and people here.
It’s a pill that doesn’t work, like a cliche that gets old. I always saw it as a good thing meant for someone who can actually use the advice “it will get better”