Missing Loved Ones’ Lives

I hate being poorly. 

I hate not being there for the people I love. 

I hate not being the one people feel they can turn to for support any more (even though they really can still). 

I hate missing weddings and birthdays and celebrations. 

I hate not hearing the news first hand, both good and bad.

I hate not being there for people to lean on. 

I hate not hearing the good, bad, amazing and ugly bits of loved ones’ lives and being there with them through it all. 

I hate the bubble of illness. 

I hate being so pathetic.

I hate this ‘life’.

I hate me. 

Sorry. šŸ˜¦

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