I DREW A THING TO SUM UP MY FEELS
Spoonies go hard or we don’t go at all. Because going IS hard, okay?
[Pictured: me, my cane, my meds, my TENS unit, my heating pad, one blood draw bandage out of probably twenty, and my CPAP mask. Not pictured: lost wages, lost work, lower quality of living, and what it feels like to wake up tireder than you were when you went to bed.]
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