#actually bedridden

[bunns-being]

Hard to realize how much i’ve been struggling and exactly what that means.

Like. I mean for like years. I dissociated through so much pain (physical and mental) and now i literally can’t anymore.

I internalized the idea that if I got worse it’d be fine because I’d get the help I need and now. I get about a quarter of the help I need because I can’t magically never be terrified by the idea of communicating.

And now I’m severe M.E. and I can’t get better by continuing to ignore either like people told me too.

Any advice for not being ashamed/disbelieving (for lack of better word) your own needs?

plain text: Any advice for not being ashamed/disbelieving (for lack of better word) your own needs?

[bunns-being]

I fucking hate being bed ridden. I hate being house bound. I can’t make it up to the kitchen. I need protein. I’m waiting on other people to bring me food. I’m spiraling because I’m scared I’m upsetting them. I don’t want to live like this.