It’s the little things that you never really get over(5/14/16)

Note to reader: The following post is ONLY about me venting/talking about my own personal feelings/experiences with my disability(Cerebral Palsy) I ONLY speak for myself and never anyone else with a disability everyone handles it differently. I am NOT trying to make anyone feel sorry for me or anything else like that I am just trying to get my feelings/emotions out of my system so that I can feel a little bit better.

Dear reader lately I have been feeling even more annoyed by the fact that I have to ask for help to get into and out of the bathroom.

To keep it really real and honest with you dear reader most of the time my dad helps me with a bed pan when I have to pee so that he doesn’t have to lift me as much(for the other stuff I use the normal bathroom).

It really sucks feeling like you have to ask permission to use the bathroom. I know that I have had to deal with this situation my entire life however some days it’s more annoying than others.

Not to mention the having to keep a smile on your face because you don’t want to make anyone else around you feel sad about the fact that you’re sad.

Sometimes the smile slips off no matter how hard I try to keep it on, today in this moment is one of those days/times, I am sad at the unfairness of it all and yes, dear reader I know that a lot of people have it worse than me however it doesn’t make me feel any better right now.

Having you guys to vent to is a life saver for my mental and emotionally health. Thank you so much for all of your likes, comments, views, and follows on my blog it really does mean the world to me ☺.

I know that the sadness will pass soon I just need to let myself feel the emotions and after a while I will be ok I just have to not focus on the sadness.

Writing keeps me sane and focused and for the most part stops me from bottling stuff up inside so that I don’t explode later.

After I post this I will read for a bit and then maybe watch some NCIS that always makes me feel better.

Tell me what you think.

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