This Entered My Head And I Felt It Deep In My Soul

i love you shower chairs i love you pain meds i love you canes i love you wheelchairs i love you braces i love you crutches i love you nausea meds i love you inhaler i love you weighted blanket i love you ice pack i love you heating pad i love you loose clothing i love you giant water bottle i love you help from other people i love you mobility aides i love you disability aides

Uhhh Did we always have 5 people..?

On the journey to getting better but I am gonna complain about it the whole way through 

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

Touch starvation is no longer a problem all I have to do is press my teacup to my face and its almost like the warmth of a hand. 

Hearing the stories of the women in my life and it is so heartbreaking to see how much they loathe their bodies. “I used to be thin” “I had always thought I was fat” “I couldn’t stand my body in pictures” “My body has this scar and it is so ugly” 

And it’s treated like normal things to think. There is nothing wrong with being fat, there is nothing wrong with having scars, there is nothing wrong with having stretch marks and wrinkles and a tummy that just won’t go away. Our bodies are the home we are given to make memories in and that includes nasty bumps and scars and weird smells and creaks. 

and neither should you.

There's a reason why Hobie "Professional Instigator" Brown, and Pavitr "Ohh he does not know about Hobie" Prabhakar are besties, and it's because they're both messy as hell

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?