Morgannics

I just don't know anymore.

If someone around me is genuinely triggered in their cptsd, I'd NEVER tell them to just "get over it"

Just sayin'.

Today was supposed to be a good day.

Honestly, fuck people.

My mother was right.

And it absolutely kills me.

Put the pen down, Donny! 😅

,"I'm sure Trump will be selling this as part of his action hero collection in short order." 🤣🤣🤣

My RN is by far one of the coolest people ever tonight. We read the same books, listen to the same music, and love all things witchy.

Guys, I think I made a friend. 🥹🤣

I give up, honestly.

Drowning. Absolutely drowning.

I put on this brave front so people will be proud of me.

Then they get mad at me for it.

This kind of mental torture is eating at me.
I'm devastatingly low and have no idea why.

I am not okay.

I feel hollow.
I hate this.

Not even 6am and the crows are out on my patio screaming for treats.

They're glad I'm home 🤣

Someday I won't feel like I'm trash anymore.

Someday.

Sleeping is next to impossible with this thing.

Calm enough to analyze the situation.

Bold enough to burn it to the ground.

I don't think people realize how much their words get to me.

My tummy hurts and I'm being very brave about it.

If I'm not a burden, don't make me feel like one. Period.

If I go missing and y'all put my weight on that poster, I swear to God, I will never come back.

Honestly, this is just the cherry on top for today..

I'm so fucking paranoid. I've been shivering for hours with no fever.

This recovery can kiss my ass.

Alexa, play "Somebody Kill Me" by Adam Sandler

I'm on my way!

Currently laying in bed with my heart racing like I'm being hunted for sport. 🙃

7 days of almost constant IV antibiotics, on day 3 of oral antibiotics. I have 11 days left AT LEAST.

RIP stomach.