Why am I getting bad again? I was starting to feel better. I was okay for a few days. Why can’t I just be happy? Why is it so hard to be happy? I don’t know how people can just wake up and be like “I’m so ready to start a new day!” Like.. it’s impossible. Whenever I wake up, I just feel some sort of dread and want to go back to bed. I wish things were easy for me. I wish I could have a good reason to feel sad. But I don’t. I don’t think I ever have, really. It’s kind of sad.
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean they were already dead or dying
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean it was inevitable they would get the virus
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean their life didn't matter
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean their death isn't sad
they were medically vulnerable' is not an explanation for how or why they got COVID, because existing disabilities and conditions are not COVID and do not cause COVID
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean that there was nothing that could have been done on others' part to prevent them from getting it
'they were medically vulnerable' doesn't mean they deserved to die or should have died
'they were medically vulnerable' is not there so you can feel relieved you aren't like them while doing nothing to protect people like them
'they were medically vulnerable' didn't make it any less important for people to try to protect them from infection than it is to protect you, your life is not worth more or less than theirs was
'they were medically vulnerable' does not mean they were fucking expendable
(seriously some of you sound downright genocidal about this topic and it makes me want to lie down on the floor and sob)
Meme painting of a woman adorned in royal clothing and jewels. The text over the image reads, ‘Disabled people, watching all of the accommodations that were created because of COVID get ripped away as part of able-bodied peoples’ “attempt to get back to normal.”
kon is not really a leader (though he's also not an idiot actually and i will die on this hill) but he's such a good right hand man. very loyal. mom friend. powerhouse. this is Also why timkon are so spirk coded (but this time it's flipped) and in this essay i will
I've been keeping my pain meds in a music box that is lined in red cloth that I found at an antique store and honestly. The vibes are impeccable. It plays creepy music every time I open it. I love it.
babes my experience is not universal and blah blah blah but when i bring up how much pain i’m in by using positivity and humour, that is not the time to respond with sympathy and sads. like if i’m joking about it i’m either not ready to be upset about it or i’ve already done being upset about it, you being upset about it for me is just pushing me into that space unnecessarily and kinda makes me feel like i’m not allowed to like? talk? about my day? unless i’m catering to your emotions in the first place.
also, like, just match my energy, the conversation is gonna be way funnier if we’re both joking about it cuz let’s be real bodies are already engineered terribly and there’s something hilarious about mine not even meeting that subpar standard
Does anyone else have dreams about getting good mobility aids and actually being able to use them without shame?? Because I've had so many dreams about getting a wheelchair that's not from some random store and it's honestly getting depressing