Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. || Generalized Anxiety Disorder. || Severe Depressive Disorder. || Unspecified Feeding or Eating Disorder. || Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. || Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. || Ehlers Danlos Syndrome 3.
I'm here to document how I exist. I had no idea how helpful it would be, but it's like one big affirmation of YOU ARE NOT ALONE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND.
I'm doing the recovering thing to the best of my ability. It's not really my favorite ever, but it's better than not.
I'll be doing daily updates, I hope. What I've accomplished, no matter how small, and mood and pain tracking. Probably also knitting, writing, French, and fandom things. NaNo, on applicable months. Also recovery things, obviously.
This blog is inherently selfish. If you like what I'm doing and want to do it too, neat, but that's not the point. I fully encourage you to not/unfollow. On that note, I track the tag deathcabfornicole.
Took shawl pictures outside since the sun is up and I kind of doubt that I’ll have my shit together before sunset I am a mess but I’m also going to sleep for reals now. Pictures to be uploaded when I wake up.
Waking up at 10.30am to the sound of hammers directly over my head and not being able to get back to sleep even with earplugs in the soundproof studio.
Having my IOP program be canceled fourish hours before I was going because my insurance won’t cover it even though they take said insurance.
Catching up with a friend in a fairly serious but really good way.
Too exhausted to even remember the middle of my day aside from the nap I took just before dinner.
Red Dragon though!! :D
Talking with my beautiful, perfect girl.
Videoing with Jaime in my shiny new room that’s so calmingly empty and happy.
Trying Minecraft and deciding it’s not for me.
really unpleasant binging episode that made me feel like shit
FINISHING MY SHAWL
Except it was at 5.30am so I was pretty tired and it was more like this:
Taking one of my favorite pictures of myself ever.
Going to bed after being up for twenty hours and fucking up my meds schedule (again) so I probably won’t be able to sleep (again). Ugh.
And spending a full hour on a wrap-up post.
Actually finishing the day talking to the beautiful, perfect girl again?
Makes every day beautiful and perfect every time <3
Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.