This is a more challenging time of time than I thought it would be. After 3 years of this I thought I’d have more acceptance instead I find myself having more anger and disappointment at my family: my father in particular. I’ve been triggered by a post of him wishing Chris from the Whistle Stop Cafe a “Merry Christmas”. This when I finally mustered the courage to tell him not about my pericarditis and ongoing health issues since Covid.
His response was feigned concern at best I feel. And throw in the covid denier comments “so strange there seems to much of this going around”. His response to Chris more genuine. I wish my life and health meant more, especially to my own father. I feel trampled. As an immunocompromised person it’s hard most days to feel worthy. On these days more so. I’m here and I’d like to keep on existing please