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Dear past me,
I found this blog again randomly at 1am and went down it.
It gets better, I promise.
You have a partner who loves you, a job you adore and you’ve finally achieved your dream.
You’re on testosterone and your health is manageable, minus one poorly working kidney. You aren’t in constant pain anymore and you’re losing weight.
You’ll be okay. I promise.
A reminder to myself and others: It’s important to let yourself rest when you need it 💙
This is one of the most honest videos about autoimmune disease I’ve seen and it really covers everything. I also fall into the trap of trying to pretend that my disease doesn’t exist anymore once my flares go down. And then I cheat on my diet or push myself too hard and I flare again. This is such an important reminder that it’s ok to need to treat your body differently and gently even if you’re not experiencing your worst symptoms. It also brings attention to the fact that sometimes, no matter how many treatments, supplements, or diets you try, you may never feel like you did before you had an autoimmune disease. Part of our journey is learning to accept that and learning that we can still live full fulfilling lives. I am so grateful that someone like Zach is using their platform to talk about invisible and chronic illnesses in such an honest and vulnerable way. ❤
Video credit: The Try Guys
And then you have to go without your meds for x amount of days.
Hobo and Glunkus, or How A Shitpost Saved My Life
4am, late December. Approx day 12, Royal Stoke Hospital. Month 4 of the relapse. And I couldn’t sleep. I was so, so tired and I just couldn’t sleep. I was due to be woken up in 2 hours for obs and medications, and dreading having to face another day on no sleep, with decisions and discussions and that constant gnawing fear. Dreading the sound of squeaky wheels down the corridor because it meant meds or needles or food or offers of hot drinks and I wasn’t sure which was worst. Enduring hour by hour until the lights went out, and then enduring each hour until they came back on. The one mercy that morning was that the pain in my abdomen had eased for a little while. Enough that I could sit up; enough that I could think a little. Finally boredom outweighed tiredness and I reached for my phone to pass the time. Neko Atsume - couple of minutes. Facebook. Couple more. Tumblr. Not checked in ages. Christmas posts. Fandoms. Shit about the outside world that just made me depressed because I couldn’t be there. I didn’t want to know. And then that stupid, stupid, godforsaken post. I laughed until I cried, then I cried until I started laughing again. The first time I’d actually felt anything other than hatred and fear in well over a month. I cried for everything I’d lost, for how much it hurt, for how scared I was, for how much I wanted to die and felt guilty for being disappointed I wouldn’t, and for the first time I cried about how difficult recovery was going to be - because I knew I was going to recover. A nurse came in, looked slightly concerned at the sight of me staring at my phone with tears on my face, and asked “did I need anything” and actually no, no I didn’t.
The worst part? I’m being serious. I still laugh every time I remember the post. Not just because it’s funny, but because however awful the situation is, there is light. Even after weeks of nothing but darkness, there is light. Sometimes in the form of a cat with teeth for a face.
What's the reason for my recent flare up? What the hell did I do wrong?
-> You did nothing wrong! -> You have a chronic autoimmune disease with fluctuating symptoms! -> Symptoms can get worse even though you life a perfectly “healthy” lifestyle. -> So PLEASE DON’T BLAME YOURSELF 💜
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My comic is about how I’ve been suffering from Ulcerative Colitis since I was 16– and if this anthology gets funded, I can make my comic and hopefully start doing more auto-bio comics in the future as well.
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Guys, we're living in a crazy world where we can't feel when we're digesting but can totally feel when we're not digesting.
Ibd ppl please help
I’ve been battling “””an infection””” for two years now that family are sure is ibd and the hospital refuses to believe it could be anything other than an infection despite having it ruled out, among coeliac and ibs. Im currently in bed crying at nearly 2am in so much pain and all that’s coming out of me is bloody mucus from the second flare up this month
Any suggestions how I can make me doctor take me seriously 😭 and how to fight the pain
This was the #1 hit song in America on the day I was born.
Other people take the pills I have to get high. I take them to get temporarily up to a functional level.
sudden flashbacks.
You know what absolutely boggles my mind? That healthy people exist. Genuinely healthy people. No mental illness, no physical illness, no chronic illness. Just healthy. What a life that must be.
This fucks with my head though. There are people who get up and feel… Awake, and then they go and just… Do their adult responsibilities without feeling anxious or upset? They just return phonecalls? Answer calls from unknown numbers? Don’t procrastinate doing important things until is a huge problem that makes you cry??
That sounds fake.
They are real, just watch how they fall apart when they have sprained an ankle or have a mild cold.
Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity
Thin people can reblog this btw
they wont tho lmao
I don’t think I need a spine. It’s holding me back..
