I wrote a note after getting into what feels like the millionth argument with my partner during this quarantine. Here are my thoughts written out- can anyone relate? I'm really good at giving advice, I am terrible at following it.
I have no home.
The things that are important to me do not matter to anyone else.
I have wanted a permanent home and family for as long as I can remember.
I have cried every day for 2 months.
My auto-immune disease is going to end up killing me at some point.
I cannot plan for the future because I have no future to plan.
My dreams face apprehension and no chance, so I've stopped dreaming.
When I speak, no one is listening.
I'm always wrong.
No one will remember me.
I am invisible.
I am not important.
My support system doesn't give me the kind of support I need.
I am an orphan.
I am alone.
I have no worth.
I am unlovable.
I am nobody.
This has been the worst year of my life.
I have to hide how I feel every day.
I love my partner.
I love him.