In my dreams, you lay your sorrow on the table, and the air between us is soft and we have time.
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You shouldn’t need your family’s support for that. I can’t imagine those people went through with that without their family’s support bc they weren’t actually suffering… Just that their family didn’t understand or care about their suffering…
:/ it sucks so much. people who get that mad about assisted death existing for people suffering are so clearly privileged it’s crazy.
I know right! All these people sitting in their ivory towers, no idea what it’s like to be permanently unwell, judging something they don’t understand. I think next time I will say, imagine having severe covid 24/7 plus a cracked skull and broken legs 24/7. With no chance of a cure. maybe then they’ll start to understand but I doubt it.
they’ll probably just say you’re exaggerating