i am sure that i am not.
It might make more sence to me...if maybe...no... i don't think that i am ever going to make sence of this all. People tell me that my body needs rest. That it is just tired. That I have over exhausted it. That I need to heal. I honestly find that a whole bunch of fucking bullshit. I have spent so much fucking time in my life healing. I am seriously not going to stop because most people don't like to be active and feel alive. I am pretty fucking sick of other people telling me what is best for me. Or for that matter what my body needs or doesn't. Honestly... I have been in this sack of human for 25years and most of it I spent trying to ignore myself. I know that my body is hurting, but I also know that sitting around on my ass isn't going to make the situation any better. I know that fucking watching movies and sleeping all day makes me feel like a fucking waste of space.
I know that I am sick of fucking taking massive amounts of Advil to numb the pain. I am fucking so tired of putting a band-aid over the physical pain that I feel on a daily basis. I am pretty over walking like a ancient old woman that is about to fall to pieces. I am also.... pretty fucking healthy for my age. I am not sitting over here drinking my life away, eating crappy foods, or doing a bunch of drugs. So I find all this honeslty.... Pretty easy to fix.
I am not willing to accept that I can't do what my heart screams for me to do. I won't listen to everyone tell me I can't. I have come way to far to do that.
So... who knew three letters could bring up so much of an issue...
MRI....
who knew three little letters could push someone over the edge and into a new part of themself?
I know that I am sick of fucking taking massive amounts of Advil to numb the pain. I am fucking so tired of putting a band-aid over the physical pain that I feel on a daily basis. I am pretty over walking like a ancient old woman that is about to fall to pieces. I am also.... pretty fucking healthy for my age. I am not sitting over here drinking my life away, eating crappy foods, or doing a bunch of drugs. So I find all this honeslty.... Pretty easy to fix.
I am not willing to accept that I can't do what my heart screams for me to do. I won't listen to everyone tell me I can't. I have come way to far to do that.
So... who knew three letters could bring up so much of an issue...
MRI....
who knew three little letters could push someone over the edge and into a new part of themself?