The last two paragraphs for me really hit home, the how draining it can be, how we don’t want a fight over every little detail of our lives and how poor life can be. I am lucky I have a supportive family and famiends who are fighting with me to make the world a better place one piece at a time.
It feels like I’ve been reincarnated into someone else and become a stranger to myself. I died inside when the fiery ice smothered me and now all that’s left is the outer shell of a rotting corpse. I know not who or what I am, what my purpose is in such pain-riddled circumstance or what the point of such an existence is. I resent that to so many I’ve become an inconvenience who is so reliant on other people – 3 times in recent weeks the carer hasn’t turned up – I ring and I message and I chase it up to then be fed excuses – bare-faced liars trying to pass their incompetence on to me. I might be a cripple but that doesn’t make me stupid…!
What is it with discrimination towards the disabled anyway…? Earlier this year at my local hospital they refused to get me a…
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