So it has been a little while, but I’m back, if not only just for now. 😉
I’ve had the nerve block for my chronic pelvic pain (see my previous posts about the root causes of my pain) and it seems to be working. Yay! 😀 I don’t have nearly as much of that awful, heavy, bowling ball in my pelvis, it-hurts-to-walk feeling, which is such a relief. Honestly, that’s been the worst part for me lately. Whenever I’d feel that way (which was 99% of the time or more) my mood would instantly be affected (grumpy, mainly) because it was just so utterly uncomfortable. Continue reading “SLOWLY BUT SURELY”
Another day, another medical procedure. Having a chronic illness (or multiple…) is really a full-time job. When I’m not at a doctor’s appointment, I’m either thinking about calling to schedule a new appointment, having a procedure done, calling my insurance company to get them to approve something I desperately need for pain relief, or worrying about any of the above.
As I was laying stomach-down on the procedure table recently, waiting for the long needle to go towards my back, a lot was running through my mind. Continue reading “TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT”
Endometriosis is exhausting. I’ve read things here and there that compare the fatigue from this disease to the fatigue that happens with cancer… I mention cancer in relation to endo because of some recent (May 2017) scientific studies done on endo.
Below are some links to the studies. If you have endo, I’d recommend reading them – they’re very interesting! Continue reading “NEW STUDY ON ENDOMETRIOSIS”
Romanticizing mental health issues is seen as a somewhat “cool” thing these days, but from someone that lives a life void of ‘normalcy’ due to the effects of mental health issues, I wanted to speak out. People with these issues wish they didn’t have to admit they had them, so hearing others say things such as “I’m so nervous, I have social anxiety”, or “I’m so bipolar today” is extremely painful.
Just like glamorizing a physical issue such as cancer, it’s simply in bad taste to spin a story that you have an issue that you don’t, to make yourself seem unique or more interesting – there are plenty of qualities that already make you unique. 🙂 What pretending does is damage the reputations of those who are suffering when we already aren’t taken very seriously.
I think about my issues every.single.day. because they affect me 24/7. I can’t conveniently “turn them off”. How I wish I could, because I would turn them off forever…
Mental illness is real. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
Read my OCD post here for more information regarding my struggles with OCD.
-tired mind typing fingers
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Depression has hit me hard lately. It’s always looming over my head like a storm, but it still seems to sink me deeper sometimes. If you don’t know what depression feels like, a good way to describe it is like a mosquito (or some other annoying bug) buzzing in your ear constantly, and you can’t swat it away. It’s unignorable – which apparently is not a real word, but let’s just ignore that little fact.
I haven’t been used to writing so I couldn’t even remember what writing program to open and write with. I figured it out, but that’s not how I want things to be going.
I don’t think I’ve cracked my laptop open in several days, which has been an ongoing trend. This plastic paper weight has just been sitting there, mocking me, and for some reason my cat thought it would be a good idea to sleep on it a couple of times. Because a hard plastic surface is comparable to a fluffy couch… I’ll never understand that! (Photo is reference for how comfy my cat looked while sleeping on my laptop.)
Continue reading “PUTTING IT DOWN ON PAPER”
A couple days ago, as I was trying to get comfortable in my chair, I accidentally moved my coffee mug, and it tipped over – almost in slow motion to mock me – sloshing its contents all over my laptop, which I had the mug placed on for whatever reason. I seem to use it as a table when I’m not actively using it. Why? I have no idea.
Anyway, that’s not an excuse as to why I’ve been a bit absent here. Fortunately my laptop is still holding up for now, it was closed when my coffee spilled but some did manage to make its way under the touchpad.
Continue reading “I SPILLED COFFEE ON MY LAPTOP”
Depression is… empty.
Depression is… lonely.
Depression isn’t lazy.
Depression is… I’m tired.
Depression is… “You’re fired.”
Depression… I wish it was no more.
-tired mind typing fingers
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