“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.
“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.
“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”
People hacking their lungs out around you and then being like ‘don’t worry it’s not covid’ like girl I don’t want whatever the fuck else it is you’ve got either!!
I've achieved the chronic pain milestone of binging ibuprofen every 6 hours and it got me thinking about chronic pain and discomfort. We don't talk about chronic bodily discomfort enough.
I am in constant pain, but it's not really excruciating. More often than not it's annoying enough to talk about but not exactly "I need to go to the hospital" level. What is excruciating and there more often than the pain is the discomfort.
It's like when you're sick and your muscles are tired and you just feel very uncomfortable in your own physical body. Not in a body dysmorphia or hatred sort of way, but in a "my body doesn't work right so it feels uncomfortable to exist" way. I feel like we need to talk about that discomfort just as much as we do the actual physical pain.
‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony
I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.
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