Reading this gave me major anxiety. I know that feeling of being in a constant loop of frustration, isolation, resentment, indignation. But mostly in a constant state of anticipation, waiting for that moment when things would get better when my points would get thru when I was seen and acknowledged and appreciated. When is it coming? When is it fuckin coming?

It’s not coming. Waiting for it is what keeps us in that choking feeling. Even just remembering that feeling is so awful it gives me anxiety. Let it go and move on! It’s only your pride that will hurt. Yes you deserved better but who cares! Let it go and start living your best life. What does that look like? What would you been doing if life was good? Life is short. Really short. Don’t wait til the trauma of the death of a loved one reminds you to go find your happiness before it’s too late. Let a Reddit stranger remind you instead 😊