Since my mom gave away some of my shit without asking (some of which was VERY valuable and I’d been planning to sell) I decided not to store my stuff at their house anymore. On the one hand, this means my room is now full of boxes of stuff I don’t have room for. On the other hand, I got all my old video games from my childhood back and oml am I gonna go down memory lane this weekend
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it’s kind of crazy how the mind and disability works..before i realized i had issues, i was able to do so much. i could work really hard while going to school and having a social life. now i can barely work 35 hours a week without having to compromise something else in order to get shit done.
on the other hand, my manager, who does have issues but hasn’t looked into them, can work at another store for the week and still come in and check in on us everyday. she can’t be still. but it manifests in her mood and how she treats us for sure…
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It’s been. So long. Since I last felt that “emotionally vibrating high on life” feeling and it’s all bc me and my massage therapist talked the ENTIRE 90 minutes of my session. Back and forth. Like???? ME!!!!
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