Sunday winter fashion slam💥 This whole look is thrifted, even the yarn I made the gloves out of #thriftlorde I wanted today to be as good as possible and I wanted to show my best in Gods house. I think I pulled it off and the morning was good, despite the woes of the week. Right now I’m trying to hold onto that and all the other occasions of past in which good times have come beyond times of incredulous frustration, fear, depression. Because, I went to church and worshipped and prayed, I rolled down my favourite street in the sun to get meds and fortisip, and the afternoon has been massacred by fatigue, a particularly painful patella subluxtion that’s relocation came with an unusually nasty crunch, and pain and nausea up almost as high as they ever really get. Oh the dynamics of illness. Nothing is linear. Everything is chance so every good moment is a blessing. Now just contemplating (or rather trying not to) how to get through the night now that I’m maxed on meds and out of ideas for self help. Who knows, maybe if I can get some sleep, I’ll wake up in the morning ready to slay again? - [Image: Cait poses in their wheelchair in front of a brightly coloured building of blue with patches of orange tones. Their hair is a natural strawberry blonde in a modern bowl cut. They’re wearing wire rimmed specs, a black top and tights with a green snakeskin pencil skirt and faux fur vest, and black and leopard print sneakers.] (at Wellington Central) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzm2eqIg7Kh/?igshid=1ecbp0of0nx8h