I’m glad I was raised by soviet immigrants. Boy, do we sure know how to eat on a budget.

I feel so ashamed for being so openly mentally ill. For needing validation.

But then someone responded, I was so hopeful, thinking they cared. They cared that I was in so much pain. But no, they were cruel and mean. In a moment I just needed love. I needed to be reminded why I’m still here.

Anyways, the isolation and pain really got to me, I reached out to anyone I could think of, desperate to be heard or seen. Anything. I’m desperate. I can admit that. I’m disabled and suffering, I’m desperate to be acknowledged, heard. Just to maybe counteract the feeling of severe loneliness.

I’m recovering from a full blown mental breakdown. Brought on by a lot of things, mainly because I was in too much pain and I couldn’t deal. (Turns out i likely have a bladder ulcer) but yeah.

“Queen of the damned” was like Josie and the pussycats but goth. -which I fully support.

We need to truly acknowledge the weight pain, chronic illness puts on us as a whole.

It’s also taxing on my other illnesses. It risks my transplant. Easily can get worse. and since I’m in this much pain, it clouds my mind. So, I wouldn’t even be able to tell if I’m actually getting worse, or is the pain just that bad. Pain, tires you out. It takes such a toll on the body.

So, my husband has to work from home today. (Thankfully while he has that ability, it still counts against him.) So, he does take a risk by doing so. But there isn’t another real choice in the matter, it’s what’s safest right now. Part 2

Let’s talk about disability for a sec. I, a multi-pass holder of medical illnesses, currently have a UTI. (It comes with the territory of having a neo bladder and stoma) It’s quite bad. Not fever bad, but in more pain than I can withstand bad. It’d be unsafe for me to be left at home alone 1

ISO more yarn friends.

Why don't pictures like this ever trend 🦊

#fox #foxlover

resolved: people who insist that all social media sites must be places where users are constantly encountering and arguing with people over fundamental disagreement do so because their actual, real lives are echo chambers where they do not encounter any meaningful difference from day-to-day.

Once I get this cat off my lap it’s over for you bitches

Public Libraries can be wonderful places where children and adults can find books that they can see themselves reflected in, no matter who they are, and books that can introduce them to entire other lived experiences. Both are so valuable!

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Hello out there, I am but a simple 35 year old Millennial lady. I like knitting/crochet, my cats and dog children and books.

Waaaaazzzzzuuuupppp. I saw the downfall of MySpace, Twitter, and now I’m here for this.