Yarn bombing in Frenchtown. I’d never seen it before!
Yarn bombing in Frenchtown. I’d never seen it before!
So today I went to this town by the Delaware river with my friend Jaime. I’m not up for a full road trip, but it was a long day trip which was great fun. It was an hour and a half drive, just long enough to feel like we were going somewhere.
We had lunch at The National Hotel in Frenchtown, NJ. We split goat cheese and lemon ravioli and lamb sliders. And I had sangra. It was great. Then we had dessert at Lovin Oven, I had key lime pie and sweet tea. I’m exhausted but what a beautiful day, more pictures to come.
By the Delaware River today :)
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Hi everyone! Alright, I’m asking for help.
It is humbling and humiliating to reach the end of my rope, but here I am. I need help with my medical bills. That’s that.
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| me: | sorry i can't make it to our final because i'm battling degenerative chronic illnesses |
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| peer: | it's okay i found out my foot is fractured |
i got out of presenting my final tonight and just emailing my paper instead
i feel badly but i had to get that blood work done and it makes me way too faint
and i’m panicking about medical bills, i’ll be launching a gofundme page next week
so i feel badly and feel like a failure and i had to lie some to get out of it
but i can’t fucking handle this bullshit
i’m overwhelmed
i’m sad
and i feel like shit
so yeah
Nothing like paying almost 500 bucks for a stranger to poke needles in you and tell you you’re sick.
You know you’re a spoonie when you don’t need directions to the nearest Lab Corps. And the people who do the blood work start to remember you. You know.
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my eyes are burning for no reason body calm the fuck down
i’m over prayer
i’m so far from this
i’m so far from religion
and part of me is honestly sad
because i want to believe
but i can’t any more
i see people saying that they’ll pray for me and it doesn’t help
i hear people promise that god has a plan for me and it pisses me off
people tell me what’s happening is for a reason and i don’t find comfort in these words any more
like if someone says they’ll pray for me i understand that that is well intended
but that’s it
i want to believe
but i can’t any more
right? i’m just listening and thinking WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK is WRONG WITH YOU
ughh
i fucking loathe my father
okay so i really want to write about dieting after recovering from an eating disorder
because i find it essentially impossible
but like as honest as i am on my public blog
i don’t like the idea of being too open with how much i still struggle because it may push people away? i don’t know
but i really wanted to just lose a few pounds
i gained so much weight this year from steroids and being forced to be less active
but even hunger is so fucking triggering
because i like the hunger and it feels successful and i want to stay hungry
and i can’t do that
and i can’t exercise because i’m too sick
so i’m just stuck and it’s frustrating