‘hey girlie pops, i’m still mental and hallucinating, all my friends are dying and i can’t stop worrying about keeping my alive friends alive, i have something sharing a brain with me who’s constantly screeching about owls coming for us, and yanno, the whole chronic suicidality thing, therapy 3?🥺

gotta have high high hopes for the psych

(and then go to your damn physio appointments and do your exercises, your body will hate you at first but eventually will thank you!!)

turns out all you need to do is have a young gp who still gets excited over weird shit, get her to refer you to rheumatology, wait for rheumatology to return your referral saying “hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome can be diagnosed and managed in primary care”, one more appt and BAM DIAGNOSED

will my dating life ever be normal? will i ever find one or more people at any one time who are nice, emotionally available and who actually likes me? lol, lmao