Everything is pain and misery In the hospital. Fucking, again Nothing I do seems to be coming together in a way that I'd like. Stuff is just fucked. Its just fuuuucked There's that one campaign. "It Gets Better." I would like to know when. Now I understand why people drink
I never really cared much for that argument. Like, I don't want thing to get better, I want them to be better. However, I always favored the "Well, things will either get better or they won't; but there's a good enough chance of them getting better that it's worth sticking around for." I only heard that one once, and I like the outlook on it a lot better. There's that one campaign. "It Gets Better."
Sometimes in my life I have not wanted it to get better. Break-ups can do weird things to your head, and thinking that eventually I wouldn't care that much about that person - wasn't what I wanted at the time. Even though it was tearing me up. Then again there have been times where everything has been so bad that the thought, "it will get better," has not been reassuring or even usually enough. It takes a long time, you know. You can be in pain and try to tell yourself, yes, but it'll be better eventually, but sometimes all you care about is that it fucking hurts right now. Tomorrow doesn't matter. Books. Books help.
I feel ya. I hope things get better for you, because emotional pain can sometimes hurt a lot more than physical pain. Like, there's pills that are pretty good at getting rid of physical pain, but the drugs built for emotions are always a "maybe". On top of that, it feels like normal pain doesn't warp your mind like being an emotional wreck does. Really, anything that helps you "get away", without affecting your health, is good. The best thing to do is find something that dulls the pain, because you can turn to it when things go bad and sometimes it's enough to start pulling yourself out of your pit. If books help you, then start reading.Books. Books help.
Hi eightbit! My health is also shit. Again. But this time I have more to do, I have the most wonderful boss ever at my 3 week job who is amazing. Just amazing. She is wonderful. And the preschool services both an upperclass area - and the apartments were newly arrived immigrants live. The kids are adorable. I love them all. The children are taught Swedish sign language so they can communicate faster - they understand really quickly - but their mouths/tounges/etc take a while to get used to the new movements. Their hands learn quicker. So their "handclapping games" use real sign language. They are the best. But it DOES get better. Bit by bit, day by day.