Ah think ah might take up alcoholism as my new hobby. :sad:
I'm utterly f*ckin' miserable, but I'm forever being telt that how ah feel isn't valid. :crying: And that I ..."shouldnae feel that way" or "or don't actually mean that" :thumbdown: "Whit huv you got to be depressed about?" Well, live my life for a day and ya might come up with a couple reasons. Despite the common assumption by some, disabled folk aren't living a feckin' life of luxury.
On top o' aw that ah've got mair responsibility to take on board, cuz my mother is still refusing to change her ways. She's great at saying that, but never actually does it. Me and my oldest sister are "just nagging" whenever we point out how much per week our mother is wasting on groceries that end up having to be thrown out. :kickingmyself:
As if trying to care for myself wasn't hard enough already...