January 2011
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via albumontem)
There’s a reason this has 3,000 reblogs.
(via saracrow)
This is hard.
I’ll do a “day in the life of someone who has gastroparesis” post soon to try to help people understand.
I’m trying not to give up.
Gastroparesis. (what I have)
Can you imagine never being able to eat again? Hooking up to IV nutrition or tube feedings every day in order to live? Carrying your nutrition on your back all day or being attached to a pole all night? Or, simply having to “survive” on chicken broth, Ensure, and small bites of food all day long? And in spite of that, still dealing with malnutrition, dehydration, weight loss, abdominal...
"Grieve.
Grieve for the abilities you have lost.
Grieve for the uncontrollable changes in your life.
Grieve for the plans you had that will not come to pass.
Grieve for the you that you could have been.
Get angry.
Find someone who will listen without judging. Who will let you blow off steam. If cussing makes you feel better, use every foul word you ever heard and make up new ones. Get it out of...
Why can’t I just live a normal life? What am I supposed to do not being able to hold down a regular job, probably ever again? I end up letting people down because of something I can’t control, that I didn’t choose to live with. It’s so unfair. I would give anything to be able to have the capability to have the responsibilities everyone else has. It’s so stressful...
