JJ

⚠️❤️‍🩹𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝙴𝚍’𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌❤️‍🩹⚠️

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 🔞

✨𝓟𝓻𝓸-𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂, 𝓹𝓻𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶-𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓹𝓻𝓸- 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓮✨

BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) - PTSD - OCD - “Unspecified” Eating Disorder - Depersonalization/Derealization . (Quite the list I know, I’m not happy about it either)

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.🫶🩷

✉️ 𝓜𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔁 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷!🩵

𝙰 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎:

𝙸’𝚖 22 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 ♐️

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 🏳️‍🌈

I’m female (Afab), 22 years old, 5’5 about 150 lbs. I currently do not take any medication except occasional Zolfrain and IV reglin at hospitals.

I have a medical condition that has stunted doctors for 8 years now.

I was in highschool, 15 years old. One day I walked into school, threw up in home room, and never stopped. I throw up every day, multiple times a day, for seemingly no reason. There’s times it gets so bad I wind up in the hospital because I can’t keep food, water or medications down. They have to give me IV medication to stop it, and it works for maybe 3 days max before the cycle begins again.

I’ve been to GI’s in 4 different states, hospitals in 3 different states with no answers. They’ve done every test they could think of, with scopes and nuclear tests finding nothing at all except irritation caused by vomiting.

They try to tell me it’s anxiety, but it happens when I’m not anxious and I even wake up out of a dead sleep to puke multiple times a night!

I got a medical card at 17 for the condition. Since then, every medical professional has tried to blame the vomiting on CHS. Even when I tell them the condition started years before I ever touched marijuana. And that occasional marijuana use is the only way I can eat at all. At that point they tell me “well we have no answers, go see another GI”

Breaking down just begging somebody to hold my hand.

Nobody could be bothered.

I grew up in shit. I grew up with abuse. But I still always had in my head that people were good.

That they had good intentions

That they cared for others.

That doing something GOOD for somebody besides themselves was second nature.

I moved on and did well. I have my dream job. Amazing boyfriend and friends and hobbies I love.

Then got hit on the highway. By a drunk driver. Who I actually know well.