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Nights like these are nights I remember how easy it was to slip into despair. No sleep. So much pain I can barely think. And I still have to get up and go to work in the morning. How am I supposed to do this?
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I think I will always be angry, in some way, about my disabilities. There’s so much I can’t do. So much I keep myself from doing, for fear of triggering a flare-up. My life is so small now, and I am afraid that I will come to resent my body.
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hehe I’m watching the walking dead while 🍃 this is a great time
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Perfume bottles from Sir Henry Wellcome’s Museum Collection.
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I uh…I told my mom my chosen name. She didn’t take it as well as I wish she would have.
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Started watching Good Girls. I’m fascinated with the characters already and I’m only 5 episodes in.
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Medical marijuana has saved my life. It gives me the ability to function without debilitating pain, helps with nausea, and has helped me so much with my unmasking process. But when I’m out, god damn do I realize how much it truly helps me. This shit is brutal. And on my birthday, no less.
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Schmoking to feel close to you again. I miss you, buddy.
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Setting boundaries with my micromanaging boss is proving to be more difficult than I thought.
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Want to start a TikTok but not comfortable on camera
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Autism speaks is a hate group. Please don’t support them. They demonize autism and think that autism needs a cure.
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Credit to OP but I think I needed this reminder today. Before my fibromyalgia diagnosis, I was on track to do so many things. College, a career, working full time. But things aren’t the same anymore. And I’ve tried to be as positive about the situation as I can, but it’s okay to grieve. I wanted those things so badly, I’d been working my entire life to achieve them. It’s okay to grieve what you’ve lost. And it’s okay that I don’t really know where to go from here.
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Had a meltdown at work a few days ago, and have been so tired since. I should have taken the whole weekend to rest.
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I have always struggled with task initiation, but as I’ve grown up that has developed into constantly being unable to complete tasks because I can’t get out to my car to drive myself where I need to go. This would be so much easier if there was a ride sharing program for neurodivergent people.
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I started a new job yesterday. So far, so good.
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— The Lake, Banana Yoshimoto
[text ID: I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.]
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