Chronicling My Chronic

#dysautonomia awareness month

No one ever teaches you how to mourn your health. You just realize one day that it’s gone, and you are not the same as you were before. Most days, it’s all right, but then something happens: you can’t go to dinner with your family because you’re nauseous, you can’t go hiking because fatigue and pain. You can’t you can’t you can’t, and then it hits you: you are irreversibly changed.

I love how people act as if my illness is an inconvenience to them. Like, imagine how I feel buddy.

I swear my life is just a list of things to bring up at the doctors.

Here’s a shoutout to all the chronically ill and/or disabled folks who are doing everything they’re told and still getting worse. It’s incredibly demoralising to take your meds, do your physical therapy, wear your splints, do your pacing, stick to your diet, whatever, and still get worse … I want you to know it’s NOT YOUR FAULT when your body doesn’t work the way the medical folk wish it did. It’s so hard when this happens. I see you. Solidarity.

quick question: how the fuck do I get through the rest of my life like this

Shoutout to all the people who grew up dreaming big only to have chronic illness take your dreams away

Gets anxious about the time it takes to get my disabled body off the couch and walk to the door to get my take out.

YES!!!

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