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Vent Post

I am tired, and I am sore. My bones creak with every movement, my body throbs with the pain of torn muscles, poorly circulated blood and old wounds. My heart aches for all the siblings and niblings we've lost along the way, for those buried in graves marked with poisonous names. I am fighting, every day I sit down and I fight for my people, no matter how much pain I'm in I cannot and will not stop until I am sure that if not me, at least those who come after me will live a happy life, free from oppression. I am fighting, but I am tired. For now, I rest. Tomorrow I will pick myself up and continue the fight, and then I will rest. Do not forget that in order to keep fighting, you also must rest. Stay safe out there, take care of yourself, and above all else, keep fighting.

Say it with me! Wheelchairs aren’t sad! Mobility aids aren’t sad! Mobility aids are instruments of freedom!

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

SAY IT WITH ME: MEDICAL GASLIGHTING IS MALPRACTICE

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sorry for letting my disability disable me it WILL happen again

Just got so worked up over fakeclaimer I remembered who I was for the first time in a week cuz damn if there's anyone who can write a paragraph and a half when I meant to write a sentence or two, it's me -Emilia

POTS pro tip - if you need to stand up or stay standing and your blood is going to pool in your feet, squeeze all of the muscles in your legs, HARD. It will help keep blood from pooling by forcing your blood vessels to constrict. The Air Force trains their pilots to do it so they don't pass out under high g forces, so it works. If it's not working, try doing it sitting until you feel like you've got the hang of it. If it still doesn't work, at least you tried.

“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child