👇🏼 crazy to think i felt oddly attracted to that comic the first time i saw it years ago and it still holds up hm? hits even harder, even

life feels unfair as hell but it never feels like it's bad "enough" to be worth crying about, life has been difficult and hard to navigate and so alienating and lonesome but never felt like my tears were valid, i look at other people who have it worse and i feel like i have it so much better and i ought to just suck it up. the worst things that happen to other people have not happened to me, i have lived a fairly good life, my family's never physically or sexually or emotionally abused me, they've always told me they love me, ive never experienced any life threatening accidents or traumatic events, poverty, abuse, grief/death of a beloved, the list goes on. most my issues stem from disability but no one has treated me badly *for* it and my parents tried hard, so hard, to get me treatment. no one hurt me. i should be perfectly fine yeah?

i have it soooo good but im still big mad and it still feels unfair. most of my life has been bizarre enough that--- with things like abuse and homelessness or etc these are well documented and studied across human history and we know enough of it to know it's bad and comfort each other about the hardships and trauma it comes with but the only time ive heard of someone go through what i did was this book about my disorder. that one (1) person.

and even then they seemed to, get treatment for it and move on, i didn't, im still like this.i have not found anyone to talk to who'd understand.

i don't know. life is difficult, yet i have never met someone else struggling the same way i did who's told me that is fucked up. do you get it? i don't know if me crying is warranted or if it's the crying of a small child over ice cream hitting the pavement. no one has been here to tell me. im too hurt for normal people and too well off for hurt people.

maybe the fact i can't even get my point across is part of all this. im just absolutely clueless. is this unorthodox upbringing simple variation, or is it something not good? my life doesn't fit into a neat categorical box and it's driving me nuts. how should i feel about it? is it okay to feel the way i do? despite everyone else having it far worse?