I thought exercise would cure me so I did one sit up. My back hurts. Everyone is telling me to exercise, even my doctor. I’m trying. Will it actually help???
My support system. I have been around some, let's just say, very mean people in my life. I've curriated a chosen family I couldn't be happier with. With special thanks to my girlfriend and her family for giving me a temporary place to live and taking care of me
Self care. Before while I did take care of my body, I didn't take it as seriously as I should. When I had to use the restroom, shower, brush my teeth, drink water, eat I didn't always attend to my needs. Now a days, even though they are way harder to do, I put in extra effort. Because I deserve it
My art. I have a lot of self esteem issues with my art, and even have shut downs on occasions from a piece not being “perfect.” But at the end of the day, when it’s just me in bed, with my art book, and my markers, I can forget about being disabled. I can fully put effort into something I love and have worked so hard on. And my efforts pay off. I can tell my art is improving
No, I am not I am not glamorizing being chronically ill and disabled. This is the best way I’ve learned to accept and cope with it though
For the love of god I am CHUGGING electrolytes why do I feel horrible still
Does anyone else’s health problems (whether it be mental or physical) kinda look more like a grocery list
CPTSD? check!
Anxiety? Check!!
BPD (beautiful princess disorder)? Check!!!
Autism ? Check!!!!
Undiagnosed illness that doctors aren’t figure out and the labs come back fine but you’re still suffering???? CHECK!!!!!!
And so many more!!! (ㆁωㆁ*)
Me: Before getting really sick I could easily go to bed around 9:30. Can I still do that? (´ . .̫ . `)
Body: Oh god no! You're staying up till 1 am without choice.
Me: Well at least I can sleep in-
Body: WAKE THE FUCK UP ITS 5 AM AND WE JUST HAD A NIGHTMARE
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My body: holy shit we just climbed a mountain. I think I might collapse
Me: bitch no we walked up the stairs
After my PTSD was triggered I could no longer live with my childhood abuser. The stress caused me to get ill. I moved out so I wouldn't have to live with them. I'm Now temporarily living at with my girlfriend's now. My condition has been getting worse. I can't walk without a can. My lab results keep coming back normal, but I suspect I have pots.
ENOUGH WITH THIS SAD SHIT THOUGH
After several months of taking a social media break, I'm back! I want a community, a place to show my art, and maybe even make a business.
If you like my art, or are another chronically ill baddie, feel free to follow it even dm me (^_-)-☆