I am done apologizing for getting sick. I get sick. I don’t want to. I try to stop it. I try not to let it happen, but it does, and you know what, fuck it. I get sick. Ill. Unwell. Instead of making my back hurt or my nose run or my heart beat irregularly, it makes my brain malfunction. Run overtime. Fill itself with unnecessary thought.
I have spent half my life trying to make up for it, for those short periods when my disordered brain causes problems, but I am done with that too.
I get sick.
When I’m not sick, I’m amazing. And that’s all that matters.
I have spent half my life trying to make up for it, for those short periods when my disordered brain causes problems, but I am done with that too.
I get sick.
When I’m not sick, I’m amazing. And that’s all that matters.
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