I want to rant. So badly.
I’ve written 3 or 4 times and deleted the content.
Everything I rant on seems so pointless and trivial and yet huge. But I know it’s a passing thing and I don’t want to make it seem permanent to those who happen by this post.
I’m angry and frustrated and exhausted and ill. I want. I want things that aren’t practical on a good day let alone a day like this.
I feel judged and sidelined by people, experts, authorities I have never met.
I feel so very small and hidden from view.
I want to swear so badly – a torrent of expletive toxic fury.
Maybe I’m shedding another layer of grief and hurt and loss caused by this stupid shitty illness.