There is literally no way for me to look back on this time with nostalgia. None. There is nothing that is going right for me.
I take extreme offense to people telling me that things are fine in comparison and we’ll look back on this with smiles. No. We won’t. That entirely depends on what you personally were going through. Things might be more available, ala food and water, but that doesn’t mean things are going to be GOOD. I can’t sleep without having horrific nightmares that leave me covered in sweat and often screaming at the top of my lungs. When I go outside, I have to start suppressing panic attacks because I’m afraid of strangers after stuff I’ve gone through. I have to go dumpster diving at least once a week, usually more, to supplement my food stocks because the food bank isn’t funded enough to help the area in which I live. I don’t have any family because they disowned me for being gay. All I have left is a sister who is nearly as mentally destroyed as I am thanks to how we were raised. I spent half of my 20s, literally, homeless and have generated even more health conditions due to that. I live in constant fear that I’m going to end up homeless again because I’m disabled and can’t provide for myself.
I don’t know how to help you personally, but I’m sorry to learn you’re in your current situation. Thanks for sharing it, I have no way of knowing otherwise.
There is literally no way for me to look back on this time with nostalgia. None. There is nothing that is going right for me.
I take extreme offense to people telling me that things are fine in comparison and we’ll look back on this with smiles. No. We won’t. That entirely depends on what you personally were going through. Things might be more available, ala food and water, but that doesn’t mean things are going to be GOOD. I can’t sleep without having horrific nightmares that leave me covered in sweat and often screaming at the top of my lungs. When I go outside, I have to start suppressing panic attacks because I’m afraid of strangers after stuff I’ve gone through. I have to go dumpster diving at least once a week, usually more, to supplement my food stocks because the food bank isn’t funded enough to help the area in which I live. I don’t have any family because they disowned me for being gay. All I have left is a sister who is nearly as mentally destroyed as I am thanks to how we were raised. I spent half of my 20s, literally, homeless and have generated even more health conditions due to that. I live in constant fear that I’m going to end up homeless again because I’m disabled and can’t provide for myself.
OH THE NOSTALGIA.
I’m sorry to hear about your situation. That’s really rough. I hope you can get the support you need and deserve.
I don’t know how to help you personally, but I’m sorry to learn you’re in your current situation. Thanks for sharing it, I have no way of knowing otherwise.