Header and icon: Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail Goal weight: 105lbsUltimate goal weight: 115lbsPersonal tags: progress report, personal, pictures of me, progress tracker.2019 Goals: get stronger, be happier, become the badass my younger self thought I could
one of lifes evil ironies is when a kid (undiagnosed w a hereditary phys/mental health issue) goes to their parent and says “hey im experiencing (symptom of undiagnosed hereditary disorder) should we do something about that” and parent (also undiagnosed) goes “no thats normal i also experience that dont worry”
Having one of those days where I hate men. No matter where I go or what I do online I’m always treated like a piece of fuck meat. But in order for me to make money from Etsy or anything I need an online presence so I can’t just delete all my social media accounts. I’d get a regular job if I could but with my disabilities I can’t. And if I delete all my socials I’d lose access to many great friends I’ve made over the years. It’s not worth the loss but damn it might need to make more money for it to be worth the gain
Or were you thinking I was going to laugh along when you’re making jokes about me falling all over the place and not being able to walk without an aid?
Or when you were making fun of my ptsd triggers from an event you knew about and purposefully used against me to trigger me into full mind/body flashbacks?
abled people will act so shocked when you tell them “actually yes, it DOES hurt when you make jokes at my expense or make fun of my disability” like hon. did you think i was just gonna laugh along with you when you were making fun of my brain fog and inability to speak properly?
I’m not okay and I need help because I’m overdoing everything and I’m overwhelmed (links will show all the things I do and hopefully explain why I’m overwhelmed)
So quick rundown of the situation: so I’m disabled and currently working on getting the physical diagnosed and on my first application with disability. My bf got a back injury at work in June and hasn’t been able to work since and his last job is fucking him over in the workman’s comp and unemployment departments. I’m overdoing everything trying to make an income (which reminds me I have premade items I need to list on Etsy) and trying money spells and such and it’s just not working very well.
I’m at my wits end and don’t know what to do, we’re already living with his parents and renting out our place to cover the bills but there’s things we need beyond that which my work is the only hope for covering it and with it being so inconsistent and me needing to set aside money myself from it for taxes it’s not always enough. Are there any other low supplies type of spells I might not have thought of that may help with this? My usual doesn’t work when I do it for myself and there’s just some necessities that I need help getting right now I can’t even think about Yule shopping at this point. Please help.
I think sometimes we get so bogged in exhaustion and misery that we lose sight of a better life.
I've been in similar places, and I'm really glad I continued taking steps to try to get to a better spot.
I know it's not simple for everyone, but I've found that maintaining this pursuit keeps a bit of hope in my life - which already makes it more enjoyable.
Problem with that is I’m growing out of my pants which is a problem because I’m broke and can’t afford to buy more.
However my gastroenterologist wants me to start cutting back on certain things (coffee and acids are the main things right now) while we try to figure out the cause of my chronic nausea issues as well as keep a food journal which are known to trigger people recovering from eating disorders which I have anorexia so that’s a fear I have.
So big ED journey update for everyone who’s been following along for a while: I’m at 98lbs now which is huge for me and the minimum healthy weight for me is like 104lbs so not very far now at all. On top of that I’ve gotten to a point in my journey where I can wear crop tops in public without being all insecure and I don’t suck in my gut as often when I look in full length mirrors either. I don’t look so bony in the face or in my collarbones either anymore, I’m starting to actually look healthy. I’m also not hiding my scars as much (those who know about it might even see that the one under my lips is currently a little more prominent), I’m slowly caring less and less what people think of how I look, I openly walk with a cane that I made a sash for my pin collection for, I’m not perfect, I’m not healthy, I need a cane, but I’m doing what I can to be okay. I am me, and I don’t have to look a certain way just because some people are mean if I don’t.
(I would love to add image descriptions to all my image posts, but hey, guess who is multiply disabled, chronically ill, working a full time writing job, AND trying to help care for a newborn? This guy!)
I’m going to say something that may seem a little “gross” if you’ve never experienced depression, executive dysfunction, or disability. But this post isn’t for you.
This is for everybody who has watched their plates grow mold in the sink. Had no energy to even look at what’s in the back of the fridge. Had clothes get mildewey from sitting so long. Closed whole rooms because it’s the sight of how messy it is makes you feel worse. Can’t remember their last shower. Just can’t summon the motivation to begin, because how can it ever end?
I see you. I see your struggle. You’re still a valid and valuable human being, and your difficulty caring for yourself is not a moral failing. You are not an evil person because of a struggle partially outside your control. I hope that you get help in the forms you need it, and can feel at peace in your space again.
mental illness tries to make you believe horrible things about yourself, but they’re never true. you’re not weak. you’re not broken. you’re not a bad person. believe in yourself and remember how strong you are.