delightfully diseased

There’s so much fear involved with new symptoms. When you’ve been living with chronic illness for years, you mostly stop worrying about the old symptoms. You’ve had them this long without dying, so you’ll probably be okay, right? But when a new symptom rears its miserable head, that cycle of anxious questions has to start all over again: “Should I call my doctor(s)?” “Is this permanent?” “Do I need to go to the ER?” “Am I dying?” And for the next many months your life is dominated by pure terror, until that symptom joins in as the new normal, and it becomes a matter of just waiting for the next new horror to appear.

If you’re a trauma victim/survivor who struggles with very intense emotions, please don’t forget that trauma at specific points in your life can literally alter your brain structure. You’re not a bad person for having strong emotions.

if you need me i’ll be playing sad music really really loud whilst crying in my room even though it just makes me even sadder

shoutout to the disabled people who can’t or have trouble with leaving their bed or the house, working or studing or taking care of themselves, the ones who get stigmatised as being “basement dwellers”, “scroungers”, seen as just lazy or losers or not contributing to society. it’s not your fault, your limitations do not make you a bad or unimportant person, and screw anyone who says otherwise.

Voted most likely to have been given a lobotomy in the 1940s

Random but when I come on tumblr to chill or just be away from other socials, I feel like it’s the online version of me going to my room and just doing my own thing to be away from everyone else.