It's Never The Right Time
But you gotta start somewhere. I am healing. Deep wounds. Ancient wounds. So it is only fitting that I use ancient medicine. Come around here more and you'll learn what I've been studying for the past decade. Acupressure. Five element theory. Body clocks. Qi stagnation. MOXA. Probably my favorite as a low grade pyro.
My maternal instinct is kicking in strong. I have people I look out for. I have community. And I recognize also that I can't be There for everyone. I accept that and keep it pushing like a baby carriage. I know I am constantly being assessed by weirdos, Is she preggo or bloated? THATS HIPAA BABE ;-p leave me alone.
If you're reading this, thank you. Truly. From my smallest toe to the crown of my head, I appreciate you. The song Unstoppable by Sia (linked below) inspired today's title and post. Sia is an Ehler's Danlos Syndrome Baddie. It's not all HIPAA, we gotta draw some attention to the things that ail me because they're actively harming other people who are not as noisy and obnoxious as me, and maybe a doctor will read this and give us chronic pain cohort some attention. Because man, have I been dismissed and mistaken for perfectly fine. The chronic pain stems from a connective tissue disorder and is evidenced to also be a symptom of neurodivergence. My nervous system is also shot from an accident, contributing to more pain. I experience intense mood disturbances. I have obstructed sleep. I am not a list of diagnoses, but my symptoms are real and need treatment. Because I crash. I burn. And with proper care I revive. And thrive. Because of music, and hugs, and drugs. Sleep. Acupuncture. Aqua therapy. If I sound like a broken record it's because I know no other songs to sing when I'm hurting this bad. Pain wakes me up in the night. It's agonizing. I wish it would stop so I could play basketball. Volleyball. Swim vigorously. Stairs without pain. GETTING OUT OF A CHAIR. Ugh. Fuck man. This sucks. And it especially sucks in the U.S.ofA. I lost my food stamps because the phone didn't ring during my appointment, missed the call and when I called back I could not reach anyone. Phone tag for a month, and I'm hungry. I have food, don't like panic, but consider a paid subscription, you won't see my tits but you'll get some bits before they hit the stage. I STG THIS WILL ALL BE WORTH IT FOLKS. AND IT STARTS WITH NOT LETTING WEIRDOS IN MY DMs. idc where you know me from or for how long we talked at that one event....if you get creepy I'm cutting it off. If you flash some fascist shit, consider that a HARD BLOCK. My IG is private now. I flirt with Threads and BlueSky but where it's really at is my Spoony app. It does have weirdos, but it's cute and perfect for my triggered neurons. It's cozy. Like Mario. Free Luigi.
All celebrities are problematic, Sia included, but she creates art that pulsates through me and fuckin heals tears and rebuilds tissue. Knowing this bitch's joints pop like mine, knowing how intense this pain can be and still seeing her shine for all this time, I mean damn. It's inspiring. If she can so can I. Grateful for ya, Sia. Bae put on Titanium the other night on our drive and we belted it out and I realized that...well you know what, actually I'm gonna keep some shit to myself. it's hipaa babe. hehehe. Have a listen: and please rest this weekend.
