[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “”your room is always messy! i won’t tolerate this any longer! why do you have to be like this?” - i don’t know mom it must be the laziness”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “TOP: Carl Wheezer from Jimmy Neutron BOTTOM: Is your spirit animal”]

You know it’s true.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “TOP: Have taken almost every med you see on TV BOTTOM: Not sure if proud or ashamed…”]

Sorry for submitting so many of these.  It’s been a chronic illness cat kind of week…

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: Pain too much to cope with / Cry and eat cookies]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “You want normal sleep schedule? No can has.”]

Since being put on my new anti-depressant I have had a jump up in insomnia. I am either mildly manic and unable to sleep or I fall into a 13 hour deep sleep that is hard to be woken from. I was given sleep aids but they either don’t help or, they make me pass out for over 13 hours. I’ve tried all sorts of relaxation techniques now I am going to try exercise maybe it will make it so I don’t have the spoons to move and then I will have no choice but to sleep. 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “FEELS GREAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS,HAVE SEX, SPEND WEEKS RECOVERING.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “”Sooo does this mean you’re contagious? Can I catch what you have if we have sex?” “Hahaha no sexual consent rescinded”]”

Just recently met a totally awesome guy who I really thought was boyfriend material. He seemed really understanding and supportive of me for my illnesses. Then he asked me this. Needless to say, there will be no second date.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.  Text reads “Need to refill prescriptions, have pharmacy number memorized.”]

A shocking discovery even for me.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “2 Starbucks Double Shots, Still falling asleep in the middle of the day”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Text reads: “Emotional. Find yourself crying at Disney commercials.”]

TOO MANY FEELS.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “”This will be a smooth med change.”, And suddenly SSRI discontinuation syndrome!]

If you were a treasure chest, you’d LIE at the bottom of the ocean.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Been depressed for 6 years. Boyfriend tells you that you can easily stop being sad all the time.”]  

I have Fibromyalgia and a couple other undiagnosed chronic illnesses along with an undiagnosed mental illness. My boyfriend just doesn’t understand why I’m depressed and why I’m not happy. He can’t comprehend that there isn’t a magical cure for depression, along with any chronic illness. It’s just very frustrating to hear from someone you love, “Stop being sad all the time.”

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “CALL DOCTOR FOR HELP.  PANIC ATTACK AND HYPERVENTILATE INSTEAD”]

My migraines are so extreme that I vomit all the time and nausea medication does not help.  I get dehydrated that have to go to the ER frequently, so what a great idea I had to have a nurse come to my home and give me some basic IV fluids! Oh wait, the receptionist at my doctors office doesn’t want to make one phone call (literally), and has put this off for 3 and a half months, and every time I call to either try and help or check up on the statues she causes me to have panic attacks?  Wonderful, I’ll just vomit and hyperventilate here til you grow some compassion. 

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “No spoons left to hang out with friends. ‘You just never want to do anything.’”]

I have endometriosis, related IBS, depression, and anxiety. I go to a Magnet high school, and I rarely get enough sleep, even when I nap during the day. I’m in some sort of pain or otherwise feeling ill at least half the time, and yet my friends wonder why I never have the energy to do anything (personally, I feel that I do a lot considering my state).

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “TOP: Conditions seem like Pokemon now BOTTOM: ‘Gotta catch em all!’”]

Started with Endometriosis. Then it was Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. Then it was Multiple Chemical Sensitivity Syndrome cause by exposure to Stachybotris (cue a bunch of allergies popping up from that, too). Now a new doc suspects Crohn’s Disease o top of everything else. My body needs to learn that collecting conditions isn’t fun! Bad body, bad!