A spoonie with chronic: pain, fatigue, insomnia, depression, PTSD, anxiety, and insecurity
I start to compose you a message, but then it gets too long and I decide to just post it here.
It’s your typical, introverted, emo/punk kid who is habitually stressed enough to seem to have chronic anxiety, but not enough to take anything for it.
I’m sorry I’ve been greedy with your time.
I’ve always had separation anxiety.
It’s not that I think you’ll leave me.
The possibility of one of us dying young has always been lurking in the back of my mind like an oppressive shadow.
Why do you apologize when you’re unable to put your life on hold so you can comfort me and sympathize?
My depression is chronic, I don’t pick the days it stops by for a visit and decides to stay