TO ALL FELLOW CHRONICALLY ILL AND DISABLED PEOPLE

MY WALKER IS ARRIVING THE DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY 🎂

My body: holy shit we just climbed a mountain. I think I might collapse

Me: bitch no we walked up the stairs

When you're mean to me, this is who you're hurting ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ･｡

Things my disability has made me more grateful for:

My support system. I have been around some, let's just say, very mean people in my life. I've curriated a chosen family I couldn't be happier with. With special thanks to my girlfriend and her family for giving me a temporary place to live and taking care of me

Self care. Before while I did take care of my body, I didn't take it as seriously as I should. When I had to use the restroom, shower, brush my teeth, drink water, eat I didn't always attend to my needs. Now a days, even though they are way harder to do, I put in extra effort. Because I deserve it

My art. I have a lot of self esteem issues with my art, and even have shut downs on occasions from a piece not being “perfect.” But at the end of the day, when it’s just me in bed, with my art book, and my markers, I can forget about being disabled. I can fully put effort into something I love and have worked so hard on. And my efforts pay off. I can tell my art is improving

No, I am not I am not glamorizing being chronically ill and disabled. This is the best way I’ve learned to accept and cope with it though

Collage jellyfish girl!

Me but my body won't let me nap ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ･｡

can the doctor prescribe me for five naps a day, mandatory

Once I get my art tablet back, I will be posting my old art. Maybe even sell it?!

Last birthday post!