Like the smallest gust of wind could shatter me into a million pieces.
Just went to the shops with the mister and while he was in buying a drink and a pie I was sitting in the car, in agony.
My knee had dislocated with a particularly meaty sounding crunch and it took everything I had not to burst into tears or throw up from the pain.
I’m in my late 20’s and I have the joints of a woman twice my age.
This shit isn’t fair.
Is this what heaven is like?
I think doing things that make you happy is so important. Especially if you suffer from chronic illness. And especially if that illness is a mental illness or if you have mental side effects.
I recommend that you reserve time and spoons to do things that make you happy, even if that’s watching the occasional cat video or playing a video game or eating your favourite desert. - Meg xx
hey are you a bank because you need to leave me a loan