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Hi

It has been a long time since the last post. Life has been a bit difficult, my boyfriend left me in a difficult time due to my chronic pain. But things slowly got better, life goes on.

I had my second laparoscopy a week ago. I had almost no pain, I had no problems recovering, I am doing things again, like nothing. I am grateful, really grateful for that.

I'm still struggling with depression, the quarantine was not the best of circumstances. But I have good morning.

I hope you are all well, I send you my best wishes.

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vashito

I don’t have chronic pain but this artwork is so nice to look at *^*

ripcatenderbat

Just because we’re not writhing on the floor doesn’t mean we’re not hurting. We’ve just gotten really good at hiding it and functioning with it, otherwise we’d literally starve in our beds.

lyinginbedmon

This also works pretty well for numerous mental disabilities, or just generally for any “invisible” disabilities.

ronartesian-deactivated20161106

I haven’t ate anything since 11 Bruh I’m starving

woodmeat

damn an u how old now?

clarissaexplainingitall

please yhorm… i am just a simple person and neither of us asked for this

spectrumspace

Weird, eerily-specific 2000s memory: logos, usually for health orgs, with people who looked like this.

piglungz

Ohhhhhhh my god

piglungz

OHHHHH My god

snakeeatery

the phantom of privatized healthcare

femcassidy

i want you all to know that there is an artist (carmen papalia) who, after he started using a white cane, assembled a 12 foot long white cane and began using it in downtown vancouver. the length of the cane made it functionally useless as a device and the only purpose it served was making him an obstacle for sighted people. dare i say… 2019 goals

femcassidy

therapist to sighted patient: long cane isnt real and it cant hurt you

carmen papalia:

[id: a dimly lit photo of carmen papalia using his 12 foot “long cane” piece. he walks casually behind it. the cane takes up the majority of both the photograph and the sidewalk.]

thevioletsunflower

Okay I went to a conference where this guy was a keynote and he’s so fucking cool. He’s done a ton of art around disability rights. The twelve-foot cane is really cool, but here are some of my other favourites:

From the series on replacing his cane, this is one where he replaced his cane with a megaphone and would stand at intersections repeating “I can’t see” until somebody would stop and help him cross the street

Another cane replacement, this time replacing it with a high school marching band who would change the music depending on if there was something in the way or not.

A museum intervention where he got people at the MET to go through the museum with their eyes closed and experiencing touching things he’d gotten permission to touch (the floor in this image) and just exploring a visual art museum blind.

The Blind Field Shuffle, in which he has dozens of people form a conga line behind him with their eyes closed and leads them on a blind tour of the city - literally the blind leading the blind.

Wish I could find a better photo, but this is a museum gallery he curated where the works are almost at floor height, making them accessible to children, little people, and people in wheelchairs, but requiring abled people to bend down or sit on the floor in order to see them properly.

In short, this man is amazing and I love his work.

captainlordauditor

……okay, that last one is my absolute favorite

30-minute-memes

Update: brain surgery was a success! Feeling alright

americaninfographic

Ice or Heat?

thishartominefeelz

THIS IS SO INFORMATIVE!

cranquis

I get asked this question at least twice a week. So here ya go.

singingstranger

This is really great, especially for a klutz like me!

little-spoonie

when you wait too long to take your meds and the pain starts slowly back creeping in

whatsuprubberduck

Chronic pain is a chronic pain in the ass.

helperhoopoe

stop insulting yourself. it doesn’t help.

rottentrauma

But what if it’s true

helperhoopoe

it still doesn’t help. you can call yourself as many names as you want, but it won’t make you a better, happier, healthier or kinder person.

punishment doesn’t work. only positive reinforcement does. be kind to yourself and get better.

helperhoopoe

#but like#what should i do instead??#i know i shouldnt insult myself but also theres nothing to compliment imho#thats my predicament

try speaking neutrally about yourself!

“you fucking idi- it’s not that big a mistake.”

“you’re worthle- it’s okay.”

“you’ll never amount to- well, i’m doing alright, i guess.”

ever heard the phrase “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”? that applies not to just to others but to yourself as well. it’s better to think neutrally or not at all than negatively. and once you’ve got into the habit of that, it’s much easier to move to uplifting yourself!

priboltao

this is EXTREMELY hard to do when you hate yourself.

Cause it’s like, there’s these two separate people in my head and one of then hates the other SOMUCH that given the chance, it would kill the other, literally murder it

but it can’t

so it just HAS to say as many bad things as it can cause it’s the only outlet

I see where you’re coming from, but it is extremely hard.

lacependragon

Of course it’s hard.

If it was easy we wouldn’t need to do it.

If it was easy we wouldn’t be giving people tips on how to do it.

If it was easy we wouldn’t be struggling with the monsters in our minds, day in and day out.

Why wouldn’t it be hard?

That’s WHY we have to try. That’s WHY we have to keep fighting. That’s WHY you keep pushing and working with it. Because if you do, it gets a little easier. If you do, you path the way for your future self, if you do, you start to see why we have to do it.

Of course it’s hard.

Do you know how long I’ve hated myself? Do you know how hard it was to start doing this? Do you know how hard it was to put down the knife and the pills and pick up the phone, pick up my soul, three separate times in six years? Do you know how many more times I had to lock myself away to try and fight off the demons and the monsters?

Of course it’s fucking hard. But that’s not a reason to give up. That’s the reason to keep fighting.

If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be ill.

If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be tired.

If it wasn’t hard, we’d all do it.

But hard isn’t an excuse. It isn’t a reason.

It’s why we have to try.

I hated myself for twenty fucking years. I am finally starting to like myself. I’m finally starting to be able to pick up myself and go “no, this isn’t a big deal, I can keep going.”

So of course I see where you’re coming from - you’re coming from where I was, two years ago, three years ago, four years ago, five, six, seven, eight years ago.

And that’s why I reblogged this. That’s why I believe in this. Because honestly? No matter how much that little voice says “you’re worthless”, you can keep saying “i’m all right, i guess.” and eventually, that starts to work. And it can take months, it can take years, but fucking hell it works. Because you find these teeny tiny reasons to live, to find worth, to enjoy yourself.

You find reasons to breathe and reasons to get the rest of the help you need.

Of course it’s hard.

If it was easy, it wouldn’t be calling “battling mental illness”, after all.

sasskarian-archive

I have just aggressively sent this to my loved ones. And I still think everyone should read it.