it’s the worst when you don’t know where the pain originates, it’s like waking up with bruises without explanation, except in a different way, the illness hides itself beneath outer calmness, and it makes you feel so small; other times too large.. loud when its the anxiety that makes you second guess everything that you do and you find yourself apologizing for the space you take up but that’s the thing, you always feel too much or not enough, but never good enough. it’s never ending.thoughts || 5am (via cigartte)
hi darling! I'm so so happy to hear you're doing okay. if you don't mind me asking (and please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable) what happened? I wish you all the love in the world and a speedy recovery. <3
I was hit by a car. and in a coma for a month. my necks broken. and I’m in rehab now to help me walk again. and my right arm doesn’t work.