September 2011
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Post of Depressing.
Why is this a post of depressing? Because I am a depressed poster. My depression is being stupidly stupid again and I hate being unable to control it. I’m glad I have an appointment with my psychiatrist on monday because I need my meds adjusted or something. I can’t stand feeling like this. I am ready to just give up. I keep having to miss class because I am so exhausted all the time....
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The irony that “Teardrop” by Massive Attack should start playing when I’m working on my medical terminology homework.
I LOVE YOU, GREGORY HOUSE!!!
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I feel so alone.
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Well, it’s back to the cane for me, at least for a little while. I’ve gone around a year without needing it to help me walk but now I need it again. My feet are killing me. I can’t put my full weight on them. I don’t know if it’s bone pain or muscle pain, all I know is it sucks.
I just put some muscle cream on my foot and it seems to have helped a bit, so I’m...
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Damn.
Caught up on my Tumblr again.
People should post more things. Or something.
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I’m now caught up on my Tumblr for the time being.
Pity, I wanted more distraction from my music theory homework.
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#One Hundred and Sixty-Nine:
fibromyalgiaconfessions:
I HATE MORNINGS THE MOST. Everyday, I feel like I’ve been beaten by a baseball bat or hit by a Mack truck…I can’t remember what is feels like to get a good nights sleep and actually feel rested and ready to face the day.
This confession submitted by: heathersday
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#One Hundred and Sixty:
fibromyalgiaconfessions:
Telling me to “work through” my pain and that I “can’t let it run my life” sounds nice and dandy, but when you get a chronic illness that causes memory loss, fatigue, pain, and muscle spasms, on top of two anxiety disorders and manic depressive bipolar disorder at 20, don’t fucking tell me.
This confession submitted by: capricious-ophiuchus
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#One Hundred and Fifty-Seven:
fibromyalgiaconfessions:
I don’t remember a single day that I wasn’t in pain. Not one.
This confession was submitted anonymously
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