Sunshine on my shoulder makes me sneeze
Double facepalm and headdesk.
I am momentarily displeased.
Just because I acknowledge my limitations for my disabilities does not mean I have given up on myself nor accepted all my weakness. Oh, people are stupid assholes. With the inspiration porn and the insistence that there are no limits etcetera. El Oh El and various expressions of mirth.
Other than that I feel wonderful. I mean, despite the fever, migraine, flares of fibromyalgia and sciatica and spasticity and anxiety, and general aches. Life happens, life is funny.
No simple "I'm so sorry please feel better" comments, please. I get it, you want to say something. You are welcome to feel sorrow for my predicaments, of course, but unless you can follow it up with insightful and inspiring sentences, it is unnecessary. Most of the time it just feels... well, unnecessary. I wish I could think up a stronger word, but the thesaurus part of my brain is slightly broken and is being mended. I am happy enough to receive "hugs" comments. But I am going to quote a friend: "Please say something actually useful to me beyond that you want to hug me." Oh, I sound crude. I suppose it happens when a brain and body won't work properly and there is only pain and irritation and frustration...
Well, this is a journal. This is my journal. It is where I journal my thoughts. Hello, thoughts.
Time for some rest, perhaps.
I am momentarily displeased.
Just because I acknowledge my limitations for my disabilities does not mean I have given up on myself nor accepted all my weakness. Oh, people are stupid assholes. With the inspiration porn and the insistence that there are no limits etcetera. El Oh El and various expressions of mirth.
Other than that I feel wonderful. I mean, despite the fever, migraine, flares of fibromyalgia and sciatica and spasticity and anxiety, and general aches. Life happens, life is funny.
No simple "I'm so sorry please feel better" comments, please. I get it, you want to say something. You are welcome to feel sorrow for my predicaments, of course, but unless you can follow it up with insightful and inspiring sentences, it is unnecessary. Most of the time it just feels... well, unnecessary. I wish I could think up a stronger word, but the thesaurus part of my brain is slightly broken and is being mended. I am happy enough to receive "hugs" comments. But I am going to quote a friend: "Please say something actually useful to me beyond that you want to hug me." Oh, I sound crude. I suppose it happens when a brain and body won't work properly and there is only pain and irritation and frustration...
Well, this is a journal. This is my journal. It is where I journal my thoughts. Hello, thoughts.
Time for some rest, perhaps.