what I’m doing with my life:
haphazardly attempting undergrad, round two. even in my fourth semester here, I feel as though I am hanging by a thread as multiple chronic physical and mental illnesses ravage through.
not working, full or part time due to ability restrictions.
living at Home with the rents and sister and dogs. because this 21 year old can’t take care of herself on many accounts.
I stopped eating “normally” sr. year of high school as food sensitivity and allergy bloodwork came back. after almost four years now of gluten/dairy/corn/soy/yeast free diet attempts, I have a shitty relationship with food which has most recently turned into me retaliating and eating crap. also, depression pretty much zaps any appetite, so there’s that too.
anxiety + depression made music too overwhelming. nearly none in four years.
I will, and I have watched everything on netflix. I kid you not. also, I have a high interest in crime/mysteries because it is interesting enough for me to forget about my own aches and pains, and besides, they’re allllways worse off than I am.
6 (+) things I could not live without:
my mother and sister
my art therapist
meds!!! lamictal, cymbalta, lorezapam
the most private thing I’m willing to share:
HA. as if. but if we’re being honest and all, I guess this is where I mention that my mother has dragged me from fetal position and washed my hair on multiple occasions, all in the past 24 months. I have also been known to scream like a banshee.
message me if:
you’re not terrified? you would voluntarily get to know a girl who is certifiably crazy and sick and chronically, eternally fucked and still, maybe, just maybe, get coffee or tea, and maybe go for a walk in hopes of this turning into something more?