Yep, I too know about the separation from family and friends because of who and what I am. Life is funny though. It changes when illness strikes. Mine did when my sister got sick with skin cancer. We all had to come together to help her, and her family. We were forced to talk about what was and what is. Then my sister died. And here we all are. Still talking some what. I think life is very different when you care for someone dying. It changes your priorities. Like spending all my free time at the hospital or detailing a car because she vomitted in it. And telling her husband not to worry about the bill. Things like that matter.
Growing up, the depression and suicidal thoughts, and game plan of carrying it out...yes. I too had that. And I still do. Life isn't easy, or fair. Growing up I was called names like retard, stupid, lazy, dumb, and so on because I failed in school. I was good at sports, and that was my saving grace. It was my inner peace. That is why I was so close to my brother Jay. But he suicided when he was 15 yo.
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