This has become my favorite time of the week, when offices are closed, because I no longer have to be disappointed by the lack of responses.
It is like a release. The expectation or hope that someone might help is not happening, and I can accept reality and allow my mind to let go of the what-ifs and the causes
I have tried so hard to advocate and ask for support, put things in order, but no one else seems too concerned. Maybe it's a sign to just accept reality.
It does seem harsh, and I never anticipated that a world would be so hostile to providing answers, but if you are going to move on, it's time to accept the brutality.
It might change, someone might one day turn around and say," Hey, we are here to help, the waiting lists have been reduced, now is your turn.
But I just can no longer let my thoughts be consumed by the option as it instills the current absence. Neglecting the possibility is the only valid thing for imminent survival is what I've learned.
I am not without hope. I am just realistic to a situation that has not changed for a substantial time, concreting my resolve in the facts and evidence.
Seeing hope is one thing, but if you are going to make it through life with limited defeat, in my opinion, reality and acceptance take precedence.
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