ya know I pulled my ACL out on my knee. My knee was just dangling and I had no support from my roommate or fourteen year old son. They said I was Faking-Even after surgery they still felt I was OKAY. I was in bed in a cast for 3 months no showers no running around-pure hell.
I took their vibes of being okay and demolished myself trying to do everything. A year and half later I am still on edge. Let alone I have a severe psychosis just trying to recovery from all the stupid stuff I did after operation on pain pills-in the hospital 4 times with post injuries.
I never go to hospital. I am 56 years old.
Just know we all go through some type of hell-----but it does get better-now I am just soaking in the moments of myself-knowing that If you can't please yourself no one else can." I still have devilishly days of horror with my mental illness. I just vomit it up and try to make through today.
It is a hot beautiful day in the 80's here in Florida......