This is the scariest thing with a chronic illness because we might have to change plans at the last minute due to a flare or any sudden health problems.
My biggest fear is that the person on the other end hates me because of this.
beep boop bones go crunch
RIP James Patrick March, you would love Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan
Me finding a new recipe I like: This is really good!
Also me, a Potsie: Now, how much salt can I hide in this?
I found this amazing article about Broadway actors with disabilities and thought I would share.
Why the fuck doesn't aloof doesn't mean silly goofy little guy???
I can definitely relate. My psychologist sees my point of view, but unfortunately the hospital that all my specialists are at don't wright service dog prescriptions. My mom believes that this will all go away with time and that I won't need one later.
Unfortunately I have been dealing with my symptoms almost my whole life and am about to be going to college and I can't exactly have a puppy in a dorm.
I have no job and no way to care for a puppy and myself either.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do at this point.
I want a service dog so so badly, but I’m scared to ask the therapist for a recommendation letter. I’m scared she’ll say no.
I want to live my life. I’m lonely and I really need someone with me. I have an entire slide show set up. Ive planned so much. But if I can’t even get up the courage to talk about it to a therapist.
I don’t know how I can talk to my parents.

Some poor suffering gobs!!
I'm not just overdramatic, I'm also overstimulated
It feels like there is a little man under my kneecaps trying to get out