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strawberryfemme:

Just released: my new album, Chronic Illness

Featuring such hits as:

Why Am I Still Awake?

Everyone Needs to Shut Up

Don’t You Think (Asking About My Medical History Is a Little Invasive)

Pills, Pills, and More Pills

Why Can’t I Stay Awake? (Reprise)

Is It Lupus?

Of Course It’s Not Lupus

Lime > Lyme

Imperfection

oculuscaesius:

I work 30 hours a week.

I take 15 credit hours in school.

I maintain a 3.0 GPA.

I do all of this while fighting a chronic illness.

I’m 20 years old, not pregnant, not on drugs.

But to my mother, apparently I am lazy and fucking worthless.

I don’t know what’s changed. But as of the past…

spooniestrong:

Sending you all spoons from Epcot!
inspirationwordslove:

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outanddefinitelyproud:

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Honestly though, PMS and IBD don’t go together. I want Doritos and Dr. Pepper and cheesecake and pickles and chocolates and Sunchips and sushi and…

but I can’t have any of it, because my pain will increase tenfold. :’( Not only will my uterus hurt so bad I want to cut it out myself, but so will my intestines.

A few weeks ago, I wound up in ER, because if it’s not one organ bleeding, it’s the other.

The beginning of my senior year of high school (2009), my periods almost completely stopped. There was no reason for it, as far as I could tell. I certainly wasn’t pregnant, and other than stomach issues that had plagued me since childhood, I seemed healthy. So what if my stomach was always too bloated to wear jeans? I wore long shirts and hoodies to cover up the fact that some days, I couldn’t even button up my pants. I had this black swishy, knee length skirt I loved to wear because it was stretchy across my stomach. I could actually breathe comfortably in the skirt, and I began rummaging through my friends closet to find clothes that seemed to fit over my ever-expanding belly better. She had a lot of skirts, whereas I had always stuck to pants and jeans, which were growing increasingly uncomfortable on me.

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hauntingfreedoms:

I’m running off the fumes of long gone spoons.