Victória, Brazil, 18.
"I learned everyone dies alone. But if you meant something to someone… If you helped someone… Or loved someone… If even a single person remembers you… Then maybe you never really die. And maybe, this isn’t the end at all." (Return 0, Person of Interest)
I betrayed everyone who ever loved me. I betrayed my father, my brother, my home. I know what I did. And I know why I did it. And that’s not who I am anymore.
people who don’t experience chronic pain will never understand what it’s like to expect to be in pain for the rest of your life.
you don’t understand what it’s like to have to take your pain and your limitations into account when searching for housing or employment.
you don’t understand what it’s like to quit a job or an activity you love bc it’s exacerbating your pain levels.
you don’t understand what it’s like to send the “sorry, gotta cancel” text to the same friend four days in a row because your pain is just too intolerable.
you don’t understand what it’s like to have to choose between leaving early (again) or suffering through something that will cause you hours or days or weeks of increased pain.
you don’t understand what it’s like to have your accommodations/self-advocacy/self-care viewed as laziness or rudeness or apathy.
i don’t know where i’m going with this exactly but basically living with chronic pain is really hard, shout out to people who deal with chronic pain, and if you don’t then please be understanding toward those of us who do, please assume we are doing our best, because taking care of ourselves often has to come before anything else
