Emotional support needed .
I had an old friend over last night for a visit. I’ve known her for a long time, we met at work (big box retailer) about 15 years ago. She saw me pretty close to my worst, when I had to stop working. (Age 37) As we chatted, she remarked how homey and comfortable my house is, which felt like a high compliment. I told her that I’m now the lady that we used to hate, the ones who had such trivial concerns, and talked about them ad nauseam at the cash register. We saw every day. We saw them as privileged upper class, pampered, shallow, without substance. We joked at how I now say things like, "I’ve been looking for the right lighting fixture forever, I’m soooooo busy with my volunteer work, stuff like that.
She said that maybe the universe is balancing my life of relative ease since I suffered for so long before. She said for all I’ve been through, I deserve peace.
Just to drive it home, my meds didn’t start working until 5 pm today, a stark reminder of what I’m really living with. It isn’t a privilege to get a break from time to time.
I don’t know why I’m posting this, really. Just looking for support, and understanding.