Chronicles Of A Chronically Ill Girl

I am learning to accept that not all “good days” involve feeling happy and achieving everything on the to do list. Sometimes a good day is getting out of bed when it was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do.

The Spoonie Life ^

Every. Single. Day.

Its really fucking concerning that heaps of disabled/chronically ill folks are scared of doctors and nurses not believing or listening to them/giving them the wrong treatment/giving the wrong diagnosis

You know what absolutely boggles my mind? That healthy people exist. Genuinely healthy people. No mental illness, no physical illness, no chronic illness. Just healthy. What a life that must be. 

tfw some random stranger in public says “just wait till you get older!” when they overhear you talking about your chronic pain and you wish there was a camera to look at pointedly like you’re on The Office. 

Spoonies do you ever get into that zone where you’ve been an exhausted trance for hours forcing yourself to stay awake, and now you can finally go to bed except you *cant* because your body doesn’t know how to turn off the “stay awake your life depends on it” switch?

I mean…this is literally my life.