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about · My name is Erin, I'm 17 and I have dysautonomia, a chronic illness. I made this blog to document my struggles as well as hopefully meeting others in the same condition.<3
Life with a chronic illness:
| My doctors: | You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest.... |
| My teachers: | You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest.... |
| My parents: | You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest.... |
| My body: | You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest.... |
| My mind: | Limitations? What limitations?! LET'S GO PURSUE ALL OF MY DREAMS AND DO EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE!!!!! |
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Have sudden bout of depression / Can’t decide if this is stupid or serious”]
Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely not saying that people who have depression spells are going through something stupid (figured I’d cover that base because it could be misinterpreted). It’s just that when my mood randomly swings downward for no good reason, I find myself thinking, “This is stupid. Why does this keep happening? IT’S STUPID AND FRUSTRATING. LET ME STOP BEING DEPRESSED AND ANXIOUS AND LET ME GET BACK TO WORK.” But if I’m not thinking that, I’m wondering if something’s going wrong and I need to get one of my medicines adjusted… I probably don’t need to tell you guys this, but depression and anxiety are one hell of an obnoxious duo when working in tandem.
Have we met? Because you are just like me.
(Source: undeadlife, via dramaticmachines)
Bad day. Really bad. Just got home from the hospital… feeling like total shit…
It goes from “babe” to “bitch” , “I love you” to “I hate you” , “I need you” to “fuck you” , “you’re my everything” to “you’re nothing”.
It would be lovely to live through a day without feeling like I’m going cry.
(Source: bestrong-beautiful)







