When you’re apparently so fucked up that’s your own family who should be supporting and loving you intentionally is excluding you from holidays and family events now.
If someone confides in you about feelings after any kind of disaster about how they are feeling PLEASE stop saying “well at least you’re alive, material things can be replaced”. I understand most of the time it’s not meant to be malicious but it can feel like you’re invalidating
handmade for you, maybe it’s just something fucking stupid but you loved it and now it’s gone. We also miss things that aren’t tangible, we miss the smell our home had, or the comfort if brought us, the way your bed and fluffy comforter felt like a hug when you have nobody
I know yall get tired of me but I have nowhere else to anonymously vent. I’m so tired of bad shit happening. I just need something good to happen in my life.
Our house caught on fire today. I was able to make it out with my ferrets. The house was not completely burned to the ground but it’s uninhabitable. We will probably be displaced for at least a year. The pictures are screen shots from someone else that was live-streaming it.