I kind of can relate. I would hang out with healthy people or people who could do normal things and hated them and myself for it. I couldn't really eat for almost 2 years. Long story.
Anyway, prior to that, I never fit in and still don't. I was a "goth" or the metal chick with bizarre interests and a dysfunctional nightmare of a family (ditched me at like 41 years old too. π€£) I've always been different. It's usually normal people I can't relate to. π€£. They're boring quite frankly and have no real experience like the rest of us. They whine about their coffee orders for crying out loud.
Some of us are facing challenges they could never fathom. Just know, we are the true rock stars of this world and hold your head high. I definitely am.
Sorry for the rambling, but we should really be proud of ourselves for being the strong in a sea of weak I think and celebrate every small thing we do when we can. It's not always possible I know. I had a meltdown over a coffee pot this morning. π€£
Right now, I'm thankful to be outside enjoying coffee with my dog on a sunny day letting you know you are awesome. Celebrate you. Hugs if you are a hugger. You'd like one of my hugs even if not. They're genuine. π