I keep thinking, why does it seem like there are people who nothing goes right or easy for? Things never arrive on time for us. They never come when we need them. Our cars get a flat tire while we are lost and have no idea how to get home. Our packages get run over by a car and come to us with stuff missing and all jacked up.
When our rides didn’t come as kids we’d have to walk home.,..in the rain. Our family members end up in the hospital more than anyone else. We end up in the hospital more than anyone else. We’re the ones that get the cold only one other person in the office has and it turns into strep. We get the illnesses that no one else can see…the ones that create stigma to overcome not just pain.
It’s like “bad luck” got tattooed on our foreheads when were born.
Sorry for the depressing post. But, I’m trying to actually post things…especially when I write them somewhere else and think to myself “this would make a good blog post”.
Thank you everyone for all the love and support. It means the world to me.