I Will Never Thank My Dad For Anything; Except For Giving Me The Trauma To Be The Funniest Person I Know.

So... I might have something called 'change anxiety' and I hate it.

NOTE: I am NOT SELF DIAGNOSING just by doing research online. I will talk to my mental health team about this to see what they think.

So it's quite literally just anxiety attacks, big and small, whenever things change.

I get really upset whenever people just barge into my room and mess with my things - even if it's just grabbing a book of of my shelf. I on't like it because I know how my room is supposed to be and am trying really hard to keep it that way, so when my mom or even my dog come in to my room, I get really nervous and feel like I have to watch their every move.

I am so overly protective of my room because it is my safe space where I can be either in my bed, on my floor, or at my desk and it doesn't bother or trigger anything as much as the rest of the world does.

I ended up having a complete break down today because my mom changed the angle of my bed to be where I'm laying at a slant ( to help with my POTS ) and I absolutely hate it. We talked about it and made an agreement that if I still feel this way at the end of the week, we can change it back.

Happy National Rare Disease Day!!!

February 28th is National Rare Disease Day because the 29th is the rarest day of the year.

I keep seeing this picture and all I want to say is I hope he lets Leon drive him around.

@computerglitch306 you forgot me. I guess you don't love me anymore.

...Time to die🔪🩸

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I just found out that dickering is a word.

Dickering - engaging in petty arguments or bargaining

"When everything matters, nothing does!"

- A New York homeless man.

Just had a nurse say she was living life on the edge by shopping in the Old Navy clearance section.

This is her song

Just accidentally swallowed a pea whole and saw my life flash before my eyes.

“invisible”

(a mediocre poem by someone who is not a writer)

I cannot leave my room due to pain

I have an invisible illness

I hide my hands out of embarrassment of a rash

I have an invisible illness

I am late due to hypersomnia

I have an invisible illness

I cannot raise up my head due to fatigue

I have an invisible illness

I take a multitude of meds

I have an invisible illness

I am absent due to doctors much more than others

I have an invisible illness

I cannot walk as fast as my peers

I have an invisible illness

I need to sit after 5 minutes of standing

I have an invisible illness

Simply standing makes me short of breath

I have an invisible illness

I use my mobility aids

Do you see me now?