Me after completing ONE (1) task:
When I’m miserable and there’s something I could easily do to make myself feel better but I don’t do it because in some twisted way I think I deserve to suffer.
Having a panic attack in public like
When your body doesn’t understand the concept of temperature regulation and a warm breeze hits you:
Someone: Get well soon!!! 🙏😘❤️
Me, a chronically ill person:
Doctor: So what brings you in today?
Me:
Any other spoonies out there ever think that your particular assortment of maladies is so fucked up and unusual that doctors should literally be fighting with each other over who gets to treat you?
Like you are literally a human rubix cube and scientists should be begging to study you for the pure intellectual challenge of solving you and the subsequent fame and fortune that would surely follow such an achievement?
Why aren’t they lining up at my door???
Therapist: How would you describe yourself?
Me:
Me talking to myself throughout the day.
When your doctor finds out you have mental illness and immediately decides that it is also the cause of your physical chronic illness:
An Abled™: Have you tried......
Me:
An Abled™: .........yoga?
Me:
When the doctors have no clue what’s wrong with you so they can’t treat you:
When people ask me, a spoonie, if I will be able to make our plans later that week: