I am so sick of my health. If its not my fucking DID, its my banged up wrist, or its my stupid blood sugar (hypoglycemia), or its my goddamn brain tumors and unrelenting headaches, I am just one nightmare after another....
I hate my body. I hate my split up mind....I HATE BEING SO FUCKING SICK OR FRAGILE OR WHATEVER...
Being so old, I am not ready for my body to fall apart....I am just now starting to finally "live", I am finally free, yet my stupid ass body is not.....
I am trapped in a broken down body, AND a broken mind.
Some days I just literally hate myself, my alters, everything about me...I am a certain mess for sure....
My dad use to call all my ailments as me being puny....."you must be feeling puny today", or "sorry you are feeling so puny", etc...
I should have changed my name to Puny, instead of Sparrow....
Because that is what I am, a puny woman....
S
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