In my last post, “true depression,” I talked about hoping that I would have missed the vehicle and that my brother, father, uncle, or family friend would have instead have been hit. I tread very lightly on this thought because, once again, I am in a depressive state of mind. That is why I wonder; am I special (e.g., showing strength, courage, and versatility) or just half assing it. To whom do I have to compare myself too?
In this world there may be persons with similar symptoms but there will never be another me. A person might conclude that I am unapproachable or unloveable? Why might that be the case? If anything; I might need to be the one that needs reassuring. I might be the one who wants a relationship, but wait, chapter five talks about being alone. I like everyone else in this world have no clue what I want or need to survive, hell, if I knew that I would not try to write my book.
To find someone that understands that he or she will NEVER comprehend my TBI. Is that to much to ask for God? Everyone says be patient or take your time. How can I relax when I am being shoved with wedding pictures or news about relationships? In a concluding statement I want to make absolutely clear that I have no clue what I want or need in life. I think what I do need is respect and love. Respect my opinion and ask what I think about things. Love from a new individual that realizes that ALL and EVERY relationship takes work and time.