There are no words that I could ever use to fully describe how much I hate the US healthcare system.
I'm a teenager. I should be worrying about the grade I'm gonna get on my math test, not if asking to go to the doctor for the excruciating pain in my legs will make it so my family can't afford food.
I shouldn't be feeling guilty for going to the hospital for mental health care four times two years ago. I should feel happy that I'm in a better place because I've made progress, not because it means I won't make my parents spend money on that anymore.
I should be able to be a teenager. I'd love a life without health issues, but I know that's not possible. What is possible is a world where I can focus on getting better without even thinking twice about asking for care. A world where people don't end up dying because they can't afford treatment. A world where I'm worried about my condition because it's not good for me, not because I don't want my family to struggle financially.
Things they never mention when you cut off someone as a middle schooler:
Sometimes, it can take years to realize how bad things were.
You start out thinking that you just didn't click. Then you begin thinking of it as toxic. Then you start realizing it was manipulative. Then after 3 years, you can finally see it for what it was. You were being abused. It was an abusive relationship.
But you can't go around and say that. After all, you were both 13 and you didn't even date or anything. You were just friends. And sure he was bad to you, but didn't you mess up a bit too?
People tend to make their assumptions and tune out the rest of the story once you bring up that it was in seventh grade.
Meanwhile every time you have to see him in class, you die inside a little more. He makes eye contact with you once and you're in a state of panic for the rest of the week. You're scared that one day he's going to try and do something else- get revenge on you for rebelling against his control and refusing to be his little puppy anymore.
You walk the halls in terror. He could be anywhere, any time, ready to get back at you. He's tested the waters and learned how badly you fear him. He seems to take joy in that.
All your friends swear they would protect you, but you know they wouldn't be able to intervene quick enough to avoid any damage being done- mental or physical. You know that he's still stronger and more set in his views. He wouldn't lose any fight against you, it doesn't matter if he chooses words or fists.
You live in fear. Some don't believe you, others don't fully understand. Some swear to protect you, others seem to think you would deserve it. But no matter what, the only thing you know for sure is that if something happens, you are completely, and utterly, fucked.
it’s so funny when people are like “being nice is free” and “kindness costs nothing” and then they are the worst fucking person you have ever met
So I really need a haircut. I have short hair and my bangs have now reached below my eyes. Hair in my face is a big sensory nono for me, so when I find myself in this situation I sometimes use a hair tie to put it up into a unicorn horn ponytail (it looks weird, but it helps).
Today I was in second period and my bangs were bothering me so I asked if anyone had a hair tie. One of my friends took the hair tie out of his hair and gave it to me. Later, I went to thank him and he said "Yeah, it's no problem. This morning I just kind of had a feeling I would really need a hair tie today, so I brought one."
This dude just had some sort of premonition this morning or something, I honestly think it's kind of funny. He doesn't usually use or carry around hair ties that often either, so he just happened to have this feeling, brought a hair tie, and ended up needing it. I'm not superstitious or religious or anything, but damn this is kinda crazy.
This might be a day late, but hear me out… [The concept of WOMEN]
When the thought patterns are getting a little too recognizable:
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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