This is a response to a post on Mary Kit Caelsto's blog about her decision to stop blogging about living with fibromyalgia.
I've mostly stopped blogging about mental health issues because I don't get much response. A friend pointed out that my honesty with difficult subjects probably makes most people uncomfortable. I doubt that you "complain" too much. It's sad that when we tell our truth we're made to feel like we're inconveniencing others.
She whose resting bitch face never rests
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It is a sad reflection of our society when being honest leads any of us to feel that we are complaining too much.ReplyDelete
That's why I've been kind of withdrawn lately. I've been feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to burden people with my ration of shite. So damn tired of feeling like a burden. Just sick of it all.Delete
This one person on Twitter was blathering on about how there's "always another way" with suicide. The kind of thing where it feels sanctimonious as fuck. "Silly suicidal people, don't they know there's always another way?" I pointed out that when one is in the depths of despair, it doesn't feel like there's another way. Further, I said that quite honestly, if it weren't for my son, I'd top myself. I don't have anything of worth to contribute, nor do I really want to be here most of the time. Also, I really don't believe in miracles.