I feel so alone in this world, and as far as I'm concerned, I am. It certainly feels it. Nothing I say or do will ever be enough. My wins will always be losses so long as they're mine. Friendships hurt. Being a daughter hurts. The third year anniversary of my grandmother's death is in 10 days, then Zeva's on November 1st, then the anniversary of adopting the kittens on November 10th, then finding out they had FIP on January 10th, then Mazikeen dies February 1st and Alize follows on July 11th, just 13 days before her birthday. My house is a graveyard. I am surrounded by urns. I spend every day terrified that it'll be the day that my next loved one will die. I get to talk myself out of a panic attack every night.
I want so badly to be happy about my fair nominations, but I'm not. Nothing feels good. I designed a room I'm proud of and wrote a story I'm proud of, something I didn't think I'd be able to do with how bad my brain fog and fatigue have been, and I'm just so tired of everything and everyone. I'm so tired lol.
I just want to be happy. I don't want my "good" days to be when I managed to take care of myself and responded to at least one message. My "good" days are the bare minimum because I have no energy. Ever. I can't move or focus my eyes half the time because I just have no energy. I am depleted from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed. I can't even begin to explain any of this to a doctor because I have no energy to!! And my brain fog doesn't allow me to find the words anyways!!
I miss feeling safe. I miss when I had no idea what grief felt like. I just want to go back and do everything over.