I feel like such a fraud sometimes. I’m always championing there is hope and go seek treatment and life gets better but I’ve basically given up on therapy and things can still kinda suck
it’s just that it does get better from being super depressed and wanting to die
but sometimes it just gets to ok
and that’s a real disappointing realization to get to.
Part two, as promised. Shortened link post because a) it is grim subject matter and it did end up being grittier than I originally intended and b) it’s really freaking long. I’m guessing this much would be obvious, but just in case I’ll say Trigger Warning for physical abuse against children and grim descriptions of such actions.
The doctor came in and was like oh I didn’t see anything on your X-ray and then he examined my leg and felt for the pain and was like uh I’m gonna go take another look at your xray so I don’t know what to make of that
So I’m currently sitting on a gurney at the urgent care clinic waiting to get the X-rays back to see if I actually managed to break my leg from tripping on a stinking soccer ball