‘something’s wrong’, a disability with no name.
i’ve spent almost two years trying to figure out the mystery diagnoses that have been ruining my life. every test, imaging and lab under the sun has come back normal, even when i know it’s not. we have ideas, but nothing concrete. i’ve lost almost 60 pounds without meaning to. everything hurts. and all of this is… exhausting. i doubt what i feel because i have nothing to call it, and i doubt its importance because it could always be worse. and i should be grateful that technically, nothing is wrong, but something IS wrong, and i don’t know what to do with that, either.
i’m not sure how this piece ended up the way it did; maybe my brain needed to make sense of everything in a way that makes no sense. sometimes the body is a broken doll is a mess is a horrible thing.