Every time I research certain things, I regret just about my whole life.
So much of me has been permanently damaged by illnesses of the past. Even though I have recovered from two illnesses which should have killed me and survived the last 50/50% chance of survival I was given for a third problem, I didn't just get away with it. This can't happen to you and there be no consequences for later life. You recover - but that just means you don't die from it, not that it will have no effect on you even after it's cured.
I worry about the damage. Especially as one carried a high risk of brain damage. I don't know if I recovered in time, before permanent grey matter loss, which does not restore upon recovery. Neuroplasticity can only get you so far.
I also know that I can never tell anyone about any of it. I never have because it is too shameful. And I hate the fact that there are people alive in the world who know about it, but as always, they never helped me. All they did was tell me I was dead meat, and stood back to watch me die. I was the one responsible for my own survival. Me. And now, I'm supposed to have nice, normal, superficial relationships with these same people, and forget about the huge elephant in the room - a herd of elephants. We all just pretend nothing ever happened.
I just hate that it happened, and completely erasing the effects of these things from my body and later health may be impossible. Even surviving it all, even recovering, it may well have caused too much damage to ever completely reverse.
I should stop researching / thinking about these things and just get on with my damn life.
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Alexithymia - 147 points.
Low-Verbal.