ashlykay:

wowriley:

carathebug:

savvylikethat:

Fucking seriously. 

…A moment of thinkening.
Does anyone- maybe otherwise healthy people— actually *enjoy* being ill? Like, for a day or two, is it some sort of cognitive clarity excercise, like an ascetic retreat? Only instead of fasting and sitting under a waterfall or whatever, it’s high fevers and cramps (or what have you)?
Because otherwise the whole “Oh lucky you, staying home/fleecing the system” makes NO SENSE. Where do people ever get the idea that it’s fun?

I liked having sick days when I was ‘healthy’. Anyways THANKS.^

I enjoyed staying home once in a while when I was younger, but now I get so fed up with not even being able to leave the house! I’m so sick of being cooped up and not being able to have my own schedule. I can only do as much as this stupid illness lets me do. So ready to be better.

ashlykay:

wowriley:

carathebug:

savvylikethat:

Fucking seriously. 

…A moment of thinkening.

Does anyone- maybe otherwise healthy people— actually *enjoy* being ill? Like, for a day or two, is it some sort of cognitive clarity excercise, like an ascetic retreat? Only instead of fasting and sitting under a waterfall or whatever, it’s high fevers and cramps (or what have you)?

Because otherwise the whole “Oh lucky you, staying home/fleecing the system” makes NO SENSE. Where do people ever get the idea that it’s fun?

I liked having sick days when I was ‘healthy’. Anyways THANKS.^

I enjoyed staying home once in a while when I was younger, but now I get so fed up with not even being able to leave the house! I’m so sick of being cooped up and not being able to have my own schedule. I can only do as much as this stupid illness lets me do. So ready to be better.

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Reblog if you have lyme disease, bartonella, babesia, etc.

monstersiinmymind:

I want to follow you. I need to know there are people out there that are like me.

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Shipwrecked…

That’s kinda how I feel about my life right now. Shipwrecked, on a deserted island, all alone, except for Wilson of course. Just kidding! Turns out I have two moody cats to keep me company instead of a volleyball. Please keep praying- my medical fund has finally run dry, and I’m not receiving any treatment for the lyme right now. I am treating the anxiety and Panic Disorder with medication & therapy- which is all costing me more than $200 per month, which is difficult with no job or insurance. My anxiety is a bit more under control, but my physical symptoms are getting worse and worse. I will officially declare it: I can no longer completely function as a human being. I feel like I’m dying, I count the day a success if I mange to feed & dress myself. Everytime I go out somewhere, the extra excitement knocks me down for a couple of days. Getting any government assistance has been a nightmare- I did get food stamps, so at least I’m eating, but I was denied any medical assistance, and while I’ve been in the process of appealing or re-applying for those things, I found out that all the doctors I need wont accept it anyway. *sigh* There is a medical center not too far away that supposedly will help some people get free treatment for certain illnesses…. my mom is in contact with them, trying to get me in… that is my current hope.

Shipwrecked… alone on a deserted isalnd, wondering if I will ever be found, ever be rescued…. but I’m growing weary, I’m losing hope, my strength is fading. I can’t help but wander why my Abba hasn’t sent help yet. Occasionally a note in a bottle washes up on the shore of my sad little isle…. it’s a small note of encouragement, thoughts sent from a far-away friend… but why won’t someone just send a dang boat? Why doesn’t Yahweh send me any comfort or encouragement? Where is He? I feel like I am echoing Job when I ask, what have I done to deserve this abandonment?

I used to wish for someone to sit & visit with me on my island of exile, instead of sending bottled notes. Lately, however, I am content to sit alone in my lament. That concerns me. I am no longer Crystal. I am just a crumbling shell of the woman I once was.

DONT. EVEN. TRY. to comfort me… I am ANGRY.

I AM SO FREAKIN MAD RIGHT NOW!! The Federal Poverty Guidelines say that if you make less than $14,702/yr then you are UNDER the poverty line, but dang it Berks Welfare office says I can’t have any medical assistance unless I make less than $2,460/yr. Well, Im SO FREAKIN SORRY for trying my darndest to survive & make $4,800/yr to pay for housing & medicine!!!! Maybe I should just go live the rest of my sick life in a cardboard box on a street corner in Reading and when they find my cold, dead, disease-ridden body it will have a note that says “I was eaten alive from the inside out by spirochetes because the government says $400/mo. income means I’m filthy rich & can afford my own healthcare!!!” AAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its only one mile, whats

Its only one mile, whats your problem? Blarghjgftrjjh jhgjgfr. where has logic gone?

It hurts my heart everytime

It hurts my heart everytime i hear a “christian” taking God’s name in vain… why do you even bother calling yourself “christian” at all?

I have a bowl of

I have a bowl of chocolate ice cream, and im about to watch Monty Python & the Holy Grail :) this is nice

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my dreams were so insane last night…. i mean SO insane… i want to know who slipped me the LSD sugar cubes?

it was so vivid! i was a slightly different person…. still me… MORE me, healthier, happier, comfortable…..

but the dream was still insane. ups boxes were covered in fur, somehow i ended up at a justin beiber concert (?!?), then coordinated it (?!?!?!!?), then i was working at dollar general, which was actually not dollar general… but like a voting place… and there were people there who were actually good friends, that i was comfortable with….. and i was wearing blue jeans (i HATE jeans) and they were wickedly comfortable, and for a few minutes i just sat there chatting with a friend, feeling good….

but then i was this me again… and i was really sick, and upset… but a few Christian sisters showed up to encourage me… not the ones I would’ve expected lol. But now that I think about it…. I should expect those vs. the ones I wouldve thought of.