no shit sherlock

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5 Jan 2024

Today an upper class middle aged white dude (a doctor) who doesn't barely know shit about me told me I need to retrain my brain and distract myself better at night

like I didn't already know

he also told me I need to be more optimistic - valid point if I had been dealing with shit for only a couple years but after a lifetime I'm tired of being optimistic for the sake of others.
In reality deep down I still am optimistic, hence I'm still here and alive and trying. As if he knew what it took for me to still be here and trying. Not to undermine his abilities or resilience or turn this into a sob story but I doubt he would still be trying if he had been physically and mentally pushed down so many times - I could be wrong though, maybe he is a resilient man - like I care

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