I’ve ranted about this before, but if I hear one more person tell me as a disabled, chronically ill person that I “need reset my vagus nerve” and they suggest a magnesium bath soak and what is essentially chamomile tea mixed with a laxative to fix it, I refuse to be held responsible for my actions.
“Your vagus nerve has stopped working,” worstie, that’s called death.
Oh hey, this reminds me of the time I wrote thisssss:
Stop Recommending Therapy Like It’s a Magic Bean That’ll Grow Me a Beanstalk to Neurotypicaltown










