Can't Believe It Took Me 8 Years To Realise That The Random Pain I Get In Half Of My Face For A Couple

You are sick. And you do not deserve it.

But Deserve ain’t got nothing to do with it. People live, people get hurt. Sickness is a part of us and intrinsically tied in with our souls. The same evolutionary pressures that made you love a cuddle and kiss on the cheek lead to disability and pain. You don’t get one without the other. All the beauty in the world and all the capacity to harm are tied together as lovers, the rose and the briar becoming one. It’s joyous and it’s worth it, every moment. It’s hard and it’s bullshit and it’s the toll of living that evolution takes. All life is built on death, and the endless cycle requires that we give back. That we return what is given.

And this is how we have returned to the earth for a million centuries.

So I will not resent eternally being sick, because I cannot resent the way it feels to love and to hold and to paint and to kiss.

Maybe in another universe I'm not the sick girl.

i believe in you

Apparently I'm winning in life

must-have accessories

bandaids

visible nipples thru shirt

leg bruises

armpit hair

undereye dark circles

Petition to refer to TERFs as FARTs, which stands for Feminist Appropiating Reactionary Tranaphobe

Living with Chronic pain is so weird.

In every quiet moment there’s pain.

If some asks me how I am I usually say ‘fine’ or ‘good’ or ‘a bit tired’

because those are easier to say than ‘I’m in a lot of pain’ ‘I’m this close to passing out’ ‘if I move to quickly I will throw up’ 

and sometimes when people say ‘How are things going?’ 

I shrug and say ‘the usual’

and they assume that means everything’s fine because for them that is the usual

but for me the usual is pain.

MOOD

I recently started using a cane everyday and so my previously invisible disability is suddenly visible. I also started medschool. It's been a while since I was properly social so I have questions...

People don't walk next to me. And if they accidentally do, they leave to walk next to someone else even if that means squeezing in three people on the sidewalk. No one talks to me if it's not to ask me "what's wrong". I have really tried to make an effort and talk to people but I don't know what to do.

Can it have something to do with my disability and my cane? Like they're scared to say the wrong thing? Or maybe it's because they've sensed the autism?;)

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you