I’ve been trying to pinpoint what I’ve been feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’ve cried, I’ve felt my heart beating too fast, I’ve been so emotional and tired. All my energy is gone. I finally figured it out and I’m shocked I didn’t see it sooner.

I’m grieving. (1/?)

As a bisexual woman who is frequently told that I just “haven’t found the right man yet” or “you’re just greedy” I try not to think about my sexuality that much, bc it pains me. Having the opportunity to finally have representation on tv gave me hope. Hope things were changing.

Characters like Willow Rosenberg, Eleanor O’Hara and Crowley paved the way for bisexuality to be seen as more than a fetish or something to be ashamed of. My hope meter went through the roof in that final Castiel/Dean scene.

And then I waited. Waited to see how this groundbreaking and beautiful story was going to wrap up. With hope. With a burning desire to see not only the most beloved characters get the ending they deserved, but also for validation I never got from my family.

And then, after all this. After everything I’ve gone through in 2020, and for the last 15 years. After all that pent up hope, from a chronically depressed girl who NEVER has hope. This beautiful story I invested my heart in is completely dismantled and destroyed in one episode.

I’m sad, angry, hollow and depressed. I feel even less valid than I did before. I feel betrayed and backstabbed. I feel heartbroken and shattered.

I’m grieving. Again. [End Thread] #TheySilencedYou #TheySilencedThem