hey update for everyone from i want for you this: that you are well! i'm now in physical therapy and things are getting better. i still have bad pain days, but they're going away. i know how to help when i start feeling like i've got a knife stuck under my shoulder.
i just thought everyone might like to know that i don't lie on the floor as much these days. it'll be harder when i go back to college and don't have a physical therapist jamming his magic fingers into my knots twice a week, but i'm also learning how to carry myself better and how to fix the damage i've done over the years.
part of my pain is trauma related. until i recover from that (i always dissociate looking in the same direction), i'll still have chronic pain, and if you know much about what i'm dealing with, i'm...thinking in terms of years. but much like much of my therapy is about managing what's going on so i can get stable enough to fix it, i'm learning to manage my pain.
anyway. i was rereading this fic, and i remembered how much pain i was in when i wrote it. i'm not there anymore.
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