How can I miss you if you won't go away?

I have just now realized something important about this whole foot problem thing, and about how I manage my life as a gimpy person, and about how I react to all of it emotionally.

( It's never going to go away. )

I've been hoping to reach the point where I can say I'm over this, I'm past it, I've been through my mourning, I'm done, and now it's time for the rest of my life. I've been disappointed in myself for not getting there. Now I realize I can quit scolding myself. The fact I'm not done does not indicate some kind of moral failing on my part. There is no done! There is only living with it and managing it. There is only Zuul oops, sorry. I may gain more acceptance and get better at planning things, but in terms of "letting go" or "getting over it" this is it. I am already as done as I will ever be.

It's really encapsulated in that one sentence I used up near the top of this post: I can't "get over" something that will never go away.

It's freeing, in a sense. At least I can ditch the expectation.