Spoonie Life

i try to be chill but my brain writes essays about everything

I think the scariest part about flaring is having to wonder if this is just your new baseline.

things that make life easier, whether explicitly a disability aid, like crutches and wheelchairs, or not, like dishwashers and dryers, should not be luxuries. people should be able to live life with ease without great expense and for many disabled people these items are not a case of being comfortable but of just being able to live at all.

sorry for the nervous breakdown everyone im actuallt fine because i have to be

without arts & crafts we are in hell

i bring a "technically i could do this tomorrow" energy to things that tomorrow me really resents

I don't have a morning routine. I wake up on straight survival mode.

chronic pain is waking up and your body’s screaming “i’m in pain” and you’re like “okay ???what’s wrong” and your body’s like *🦗🦗🦗*

i don’t make the rules, my brain does and unfortunately that bitch is chemically imbalanced

i understand its chronic pain but every day seems a bit excessive

(in case no one has said this to you in a while) i am proud of you for continuing to exist when it feels impossible

It’s me and whatever song is holding me together against the world.

they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me

I will say good night and stay up for 5 more hours, don’t get it twisted