I think people that I interact with day to day forget the huge weight of grief that I carry. When I say to them that I’m feeling depressed they ask why. And I have to remind them that I’m grieving on top of already suffering from depression.
Like, wake the fuck up and remember who I am. Yes, I identify myself with grief. I don’t try to hide it or pretend it isn’t there. Honestly, the shear ignorance that people walk around with is mind baffling. How lucky they are to be immune from grief. How delightful their days must be.
Fuck them!
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