Dec 13, 2025
“Sometimes I wish somebody cared about my physical health like a therapist does for my mental.”
“That’s called a doctor?”
“Oh. I wish my doctor actually cared about my physical health instead of taking the easy route.”
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“Sometimes I wish somebody cared about my physical health like a therapist does for my mental.”
“That’s called a doctor?”
“Oh. I wish my doctor actually cared about my physical health instead of taking the easy route.”
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Just accepting my chronic illness is never going to get diagnosed because said chronic illness makes it hard to do some basic things and everything gets blamed on not doing that basic thing
I should go to sleep but for once i feel like im actually awake and normal yk?
my body has decided that all my issues need to be flaring up at once,
brb, gotta power down my body and start it up again hopefully that helps
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This is a painkiller appreciation post
If you don't like, scroll away.
How effing great painkillers are. From crying howling, unable to use knees to I am a decent person and all it took was this chemical cocktail which makes my body ignore the pain.
Mind you, I am very against pills and drugs. I'd love to stop taking them but
Whenever I have to choose between sobbing pile of pain now or a damaged liver later... I literally have no choice.
I don't wish for anybody to go through this. Nobody deserves this in-validity, the brain fog, the terror of trying to walk.
Mind you I was quite active and bendy. It's not my fault or my laziness that brought me here. There is no "if you'll" nor "you should've"
Whatever I did or did not do, it'll find me. It's coded in my DNA.
I didn't do anything wrong. Just
Life is sometimes unfair.
How dare you, hospital's specialist, Mrs. Doctor ask me loaded questions like
"who's caring about you when you're in pain"
DMG+300 thank you very much
It’s been 16 minutes since Jordan left for work, and I’m sitting here scrolling instead of getting my butt in gear to Do Things.
I do not wish to do things.
I wish to return to bed and snuggle in the warm blankets.
But the blankets have been exposed to the cold air for 45 minutes now, so they are no longer warm.
It is finals week; I have five hours of training for my new job; the house is untidy, and I am chronically mentally and physically ill.
I’ve been trying to Do Things without engaging The Anxiety Engine, and all that has done has made me Unable to Do Things (TM).
I need an alternative fuel source.