I am so done with people asking me if I'm better now or people gently telling me that it's gonna get better. No it's not. It never gets better. I might be able to get a few peaceful moments, maybe a day or two of happy days, but then it crashes down on me and I struggle to cope. How am I suppose to get better when there are barriers in the health care system that are visibly targeted against the poor. I do not have fifty fucking dollars to ask a walk in clinic physician on a teleconference videocall, last time it was $12 to see the doctor, that I need a renewal. For meds that should be supervised - no one cares. No one helps. I keep getting pushed away.
"I have Fibromyalgia - thank you for being considerate," diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2018, I am still struggling to understand my illness and learn to cope with my pain.
In spring 2022, I was diagnosed with chronic depression, c-PTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder. Everyday was yesterday in my mind & in the flashbacks I was routinely suffering through. Three months after my second suicide attempt, I moved to a new community to begin my healing journey.
is an homage to my favorite childhood book series, Martine. I love the symbolism of the hot air balloon that I, Mallory, am navigating life with chronic illness while on a healing journey.