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as someone with a sensory processing disorder which is particularly triggered my bodily noises, being on feeds this morning when they’re eating toast is really not it :) i’m already anxious and sad as fuck this morning. today is gonna be awful i reckon but oh well
makes me crease when the gp is like ‘why do you want to receive a correct diagnosis so bad?’ wouldn’t everyone??? everybody fucking deserves one so why question it and just work on it. i don’t care how long it takes because i understand it’s complex but at least try.
was looking through old old pictures that i’ve never seen before to my memory and one just made me burst into tears. my mum looked soo happy and i just want that for her right now but she’s not got it. my heart is hurting so much for her right now
i’m so ill like even my mum is concerned about me especially because i’m meant to be going to liverpool tomorrow and i really wanna go but i just found the 5 min walk and back to my pharmacy so so hard
i need to start being so much more careful with what i eat and reduce my calories so so so much. it’s hard because i struggle with going out and going to the shops but i’m really going to try and then i wanna go to the gym again and burn more than i eat because its getting stupid