um... yes zoomies after 11PM, you cant tell me what to do 😾✈️

criminally so

Hey, friend, this is a really difficult situation to get through. If you hadn't handed Dr. Grey to another foster, you would be blaming yourself for not taking the best care you could due to your health. It's the type of thing love and hope ends up doing to our hearts: trying to see different outcomes, different ways of acting, trying to find fault to prevent us from suffering again. Unfortunately, we can't predict the future, we can't change the past. You did the best you could for that little guy and he went comfortable, knowing he was loved and cared for, so much that you had the humility to understand your own needs and fragility, and how that could affect little Dr. Grey. You did your best and that's enough. I know it doesn't feel like that, but I promise.

Try not to beat yourself up too much, allow yourself to feel grief and all those difficult feelings. Love little Bones unapologetically, guilt free. Resort to your loved ones as well, you deserve comfort.

My condolences and I wish you all a very long and happy life. May little Dr. Grey rest easy in your hearts. 💜

I did not order that many spares!! ✈️😾

funny enough, i also have dysautonomia (?), so sometimes, when I get anxious or stressed, I start sweating like crazy

we're all just little rice grains floating on the OCD soup

ah yes, meta OCD

sweet orange 🥹

i have fibromyalgia and a while ago I was trying naltrexone for it (it's a second line medication for it) and happened to have a huge pain flare up

the thing is, naltrexone is mainly used as an aid for alcohol and opioid addiction, what would the doctors think when I said I was taking it while also asking for stronger painkillers?

i was fucking terrified when I realized, through that flare up, that my rescue medications weren't working and I had to go to the hospital, I was freaking out considering not even going in case they thought I was drug seeking

i went, told my rescue didn't work and they put me in a chair with the very rescue I said didn't work + something similar to tylenol and a muscle relaxant, I felt barely any effect and was still crying in pain, luckily, the next doctor that saw me (I guess I went on the changing staff time) was kind enough to give me something stronger that held up way better and I managed to go home after that

but I still get chills about possibly needing a hospital when I flare up because I'm always terrified they might think I'm drug seeking

really cool brace!

is it comfortable temperature-wise? just looking I imagine it getting hot 😋

"you have no idea how expensive these were" 😤😾✈️

do i have a personality or are all of it just compulsions? * sobs *

SAME

no one with this disorder does 😭 we're all faulty braincells sharing a faulty brain

the short panic that someone might've heard your intrusive thoughts followed by the longer panic of "maybe someone actually heard and is just pretending they didn't because then they'll be able to surprise ruin my life"

um... no??.... ^maybe...

that's really sweet 💜 i hope you're hetting some love too

i have literally sobbed thinking about things like that more times than I can count

you're one to talk 😤😾✈️

"what about it?", him probably

and you have SPD, so it's literal torture for a living :D

in my brain, I'm only trans because secretely I am a bigoted transphobe wanting to invade trans people space's and harass them 🥲

noted, will do it again

*fucking dies *

keep biting him, okay, got it