vent incoming guys my bad
honestly like. idk what to do anymore. i love talking about nancy to you guys, i want to talk about nancy to you guys, it’s one of my fave things to do but every other part about being on social media just triggers my ocd so much. like it’s why i left twitter and tiktok, except the ocd is still bad enough that i didn’t even leave twitter i still check that shit very much multiple times a day just on browser and no interactions but anyways
like it all. sucks. and previously a lot of the ocd was triggered by Outside Events that was like “ah this is happening now so my brain will think of nothing else” but right now everything is fine. like it’s all fine nothing is happening which just makes it all the more frustrating that i can feel myself sinking back into like late ‘23 behaviour for no apparent reason at all
but anyways. i’m not saying im leaving because let’s be honest im not. it’s just. augh. being mentally disabled, not being able to go out a whole lot, interact with ppl irl, with no really accessible spaces outside and there being no really accessible spaces on the interwebs either due to The Algorithm. it’s infuriating. i’m gonna end up being some guy living in a cabin in the woods carving trees into bears except the cabin in the woods is a house in a major city and the trees are empty documents turning into lesbian fanfiction
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ADDRESS THE LETTERS
TO THE HOLES OF YOUR BUTTERFLY WINGS
NOTHING’S FOREVERR
NOTHING’S AS GOOD AS IT SEEMS
AND WHEN THE CLOUDS
ARE IRONED OUT
AND THE MONSTERS CREEP
INTO YOUR HOUUSE
AND EVERY DOOR’S HARD TO CLOSE
I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW PROUD I AM YOU WERE CREATED
WITH THE COURAGE TO UNLEARN ALL OF THEIR HATRED
GOD, I HOPE THAT YOURE HAPPIER TODAY
CAUSE I LOVE YOU
AND I HOPE THAT UR OK
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we've officially entered holiday season (imo), seasonal depression is real, depression is real, sadness, stress, anxiety, loneliness, all of it is real. just a reminder to check up on those you care about. this time of year is hard on a lot of people, please be kind. if you need to reach out to someone please do.
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one thing strange about being chronically ill, with fluctuating ability, and growing up poor, and then being slightly less poor as an adult, is that like. growing up, you kind of learned how to just, deal with your chronic pain, right? maybe you took some tums and some ibuprofen or acetaminophen when it got bad, or you found out that a heating pad helped, but that was about the extent of it.
and then, as an adult, you found yourself with a job that let you afford to get that $14 pillow for between your knees when you sleep on your side. or, you let yourself buy that knee brace, the brand name one, too, because the off brand one didn’t have specialized pressure points and you hoped the extra $3 for the brand name would be worth it, maybe the specialized pain needs specialized aid, right?
you also, over time, invest in a couple forms of mobility aids, telling yourself it’s okay, that even though you don’t need them every day, that on the days you do, it’ll feel better to have help— and you find that they’re invaluably useful on the days that you need them, making tasks that before, were just straight up not an option during the severe flares, something you now can still have the option of doing. it’s still not easy, per say, but doable is a huge difference.
maybe you even see a doctor for your chronic illness, and it turns out that while there’s no daily treatment or remedy, there’s actually a medication you can take during the more severe flare ups that helps bring you closer to your baseline again!!
and like. suddenly these aches and pains, these radiating discomforts have these mitigating measures that you hadn’t even known existed— through no fault of your parents! just that as an adult with more money than you had as a child and with the power of agency to self-advocate that your adult self has, suddenly there’s Options TM for dealing with the pains. everything isn’t fixed but having mitigation measures is still wonderful!!!?!?!
anyways all of this to say, this isn’t even anything life threatening or requiring intensive care but it’s amazing what having a few more $ can do in terms of providing your body with comfort and tools to help you navigate your ongoing pains. and all this to say especially that this is one of 1047583939919483 reasons why medical care and medical aids need to be free, because tools to lessen the pain someone experiences in life shouldn’t be on a pay-to-play basis, my teen body was no less deserving or in need of assistance than my adult body, both of them deserve to have the access that adult me has, and people in every economic situation deserve to be able to lessen their pain and find tools to provide relief for chronic illnesses. this stuff should be accessible to everyone.
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i have been mia for so long my apologies i was having a rough™️ like two months but ill get back to gifing soon <3
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I despise it when ur parents put u down before u even start something. Like ‘i know u wont do it’ well thanks man now i defo won’t tf ? Like do they think that’ll motivate u or something 😐
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See there’s “processing your emotions properly and taking time to ensure you’re mentally healthy” and there’s also “locking yourself in one room and drowning your emotions out with the loudest music possible until you can’t hear yourself think” and idk i really like one of these and the other one makes me want to throw up :/
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