Stop with the past tense. You aren’t dead yet.
Ugh...now this is something I can relate to. I try not to talk to my mom's siblings about anything going on in my life because I get buried in "shoulds". Where would we be without boomers telling us how we're doing everything wrong?
I read somewhere that "younger adults cling to their childhood because the wonders of growing up has been made unattainable: Kids, house, sustainable and well-paying jobs". It's a wonder people my age even have hope.
Yep. My Mom is the only sibling on her side of the family that is successful in her life. The rest of them can't grasp that you're always going to have a boss telling you what to do and quit jobs constantly the minute something annoys them. They've always been stuck in unskilled labor jobs because they refused to invest in themselves, so it really annoys the shit out of me to have a group of warehouse workers, medical billers, and store clerks try to tell me what my doctors should be doing. It was also amusing to hear them shit on all three of our career choices when we got out of high school. Everything we do is wrong to them, yet all three of us are way younger and making more than them. Strange how that works.
Failures hate successful people. They can't change, or if you want to argue semantics, they can change but the change is unappealing to them. Disorganized prioties in their brain. It's never their fault type of thing.
Spot fucking on. So, when did you meet my family? Lmao.
Every human on Earth has insufferable kin.
I am not in the young adult category anymore (closer to 40 than 30 now) and the less i think about my childhood the better. I still can see the truth in that statement, at least somewhat, i know my younger siblings and other, young relatives have to deal with shit i never had to think about.
One of the things I will be thankful to Providence for is that my family is not chock-full of nuts.
In case I am MIA for a while the sickness got one on me. I passed out and smashed my face into a chair and then the floor and sprayed blood everywhere from three wounds. I'm... functional, but this is really bad. Every time I cough now I can black out so... hell. In case my posting autistic crap disappears for a while. God will get me through it. He always has.
Damn, I'm really sorry this is happening to you. Have the doctors started to narrow down what it could be at least? I have a nice little scar on my forehead and the bridge of my nose from my blackout, guess I caught the corner of my wall on the way down. If you need anyone to talk to and vent about this stuff too, my DMs are open. I wish you the very best in figuring this out and fighting it, and I'll be praying for your recovery.
