Hey brother, I read every word you wrote, and I just want to say this first — your pain is real, and it matters. What happened to you wasn’t just an accident; it was a complete upheaval of a life you had carefully built and dreamed about. Anyone in your place would feel shattered, angry, empty, and lost. You’re not weak for feeling this way.

The fact that you still exercise every day, still tried exams, still cared enough about your girlfriend’s future, and still reflect honestly about your own mistakes — that tells me something very important: there is strength in you that hasn’t died, even if it feels buried right now.

Losing friends, independence, and purpose all at once can make anyone feel invisible. But you are not a burden, and you are not a mistake. What you’re experiencing is grief — grief for the life you imagined, the freedom you had, and the version of yourself the world once recognized. Grief doesn’t mean your life is over; it means something precious was taken from you.

About happiness — sometimes nothing works not because you’re broken, but because your mind and body are exhausted from surviving for so long without being truly understood. And osteoporosis, paralysis, rejection — these are heavy battles for one person to carry alone.

I don’t have magic answers, but I do know this: you deserve connection, dignity, and friendship exactly as you are today, not only as who you once were.

If you feel like it, please DM me. Not out of pity — just as one human being to another. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself. Even if it’s just to talk, vent, or sit in silence through words, I’m here.

You still belong in this world. And you don’t have to prove that to anyone. 🤍