I'm 28 years old. Doesn't seem that old does it?
But I have to be a grown up. I have to get up and go to work when I'm not signed off with depression
I have to take care of my kids (who all have various additional needs to consider), sort the housework, make sure the bills are paid etc etc.
And despite having to do all of that (with autism I might add!) my body decides that fucking hates me too and will just give up on me whenever it feels like it.
Like today. When I went to my mum's for a brew. And leant on her table and managed to somehow hurt my shoulder which is now swollen and sore and ibuprofen gel and diclofenac are not working.
So AIBU to think growing up sucks and we shouldn't do it?