#healing chronic illness

[helenwhiteart-blog]

A TMS breakthrough

Last week, for me, was nothing short of astonishing. We were on holiday for a week in the place we are moving to just as soon as the legalities are through so it was, in a sense, a taster of our future life. We also attended a four day music festival, which is one hell of a stretch for someone who had her most recent flare-up of ME/CFS just a few short months ago. I had not attempted anything so…

[thepeacefulgarden]

[uncanny-tranny]

I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.

It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.

[study-diaries]

Reminder

Your pain (physical/mental/emotional) is valid even if nobody can see it

Your pain is valid even if you have no physical symptoms

Your pain is valid even if there is no physical injury

Your pain is valid even if others tell you it's not

Your pain is valid even if you do not have a life threatening disease

Your pain is valid even if you don't have a diagnosis

Your pain is valid even if you do have a diagnosis

Your pain is still valid even if nobody believes you

Your pain is still valid even if you are too "young" for the problem/issue

Your pain is valid even if the health care advisor/anybody tells you that it's in your head

Your pain is valid no matter what the conditions are

Your pain is valid.

Pain does not discriminate between age, gender, race, nationality etc. Just because you can't see pain, doesn't mean it's not there.

[hussyknee]

I am not broken. I have been wounded.

I am not damaged. I have been hurt.

I am not useless. I am making the best of my limited capacity.

I am not lazy. I need rest to heal.

I am not unreliable. I live an unpredictable life.

I am not irresponsible. I have limitations.

I am not incompetent. I am learning at my own pace.

[thechthonicherbalist]

A Prayer

My Lord Apollo, Lord of the Sun, of Dance and Music, of Poetry and Art, of Herbs and Flowers and Healing, Protector of Seers and Bringer of the Light that illuminates the Future, Greatest Player of the Lyre, Greatest of Archers, Upholder of Justice and Averter of Evil. Please hear my call. Illuminate this night and ward of the darkness that seeks to invade my thoughts and emotions. Lend me your light and bring joy and warmth back to my life. Let the spring of my creativity well up once again, so it may bring to flourish art and writing as it once used to. Heal what has been wounded in me, cure what has been infested by the sickness brought into my life. Heal my body, this pain, this fatigue, that plagues me. These fevers and inflammations. Hold me in your protective and healing embrace and guide my path towards a brighter future. Let your song fill my life, let it ring from my lips in passion, in joy, in beautiful emotions. And please, keep safe my heart and my soul; these most vulnerable parts of me, that endured so much and need a gentle healer's touch, to wake up and mend. Don't let go of me, be with me every step of the way. I do not know where I'm heading, so I want to trust you, to guide me to safety, light and warmth and joy, to a place of healing. 🌄

[disabled-space]

So much advice around healing from trauma assumes that the trauma is in the past. What about those who are continuously being re-traumatized, or continuing to struggle with the same things that traumatized them? Those who are neurodivergent or chronically ill or otherwise disabled and living in a world that doesn't accommodate them? Those who are regularly discriminated against? Those who can't escape their bad situation for whatever reason? What about those of us who can't tell ourselves "I'm safe now"?

[aventurineswife]

aventurine x reader!!: 🤍

req with hanahaki, but it’s a condition reader was born with {rather than the traditional unrequited love type of things, but aven doesn’t know that} basicallyyy: reader hides their condition from him, until one day aven finds out, and is worried it might be his fault

noticing how extra clingy he’s become, reader decides to ask him about it, he asks about their hanahaki, and we get cute fluffy ending <3

{basically chronically ill reader looking back on this, but hanahaki is very interesting :D}

hope you’re having a wonderful morning/evening/night <3 🤍🫧

“I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough”

Summary: You have been hiding a lifelong condition, Hanahaki Disease, from Aventurine. Though the disease isn't caused by unrequited love, it still manifests in the form of flowers growing your lungs. As Aventurine becomes more clingy and concerned about your health, you finally confess the truth. Aventurine, feeling a mixture of guilt and concern, vows to support you through your condition, offering comfort and care.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hanahaki Disease, Chronic Illness, Fluff, Comfort, Emotional Support, Angst (with a fluffy ending), Established Relationship, Relationship Growth, Vulnerability, Healing, Sweet Moments, Caretaking

Warnings: Mild illness (Hanahaki Disease), mention of chronic conditions, light angst, feelings of guilt and concern, unrequited love not being the cause of the condition.

A/N: THIS ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD PROMPT?! AND ALSO ORIGINAL TOO!! LIKE MAN I WAS DONE CRYING OVER CHARACTER GETTING THE DISEASE BECAUSE OF UNREQUITED LOVE!! ☹️💔

The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across your shared living space. Aventurine stands in the kitchen, flipping through a deck of cards absentmindedly, his gaze shifting occasionally in your direction. You’ve noticed how his attention seems to linger on you lately, how his glances feel like they carry a silent question he hasn’t yet voiced. And though he’s always been affectionate, his recent clinginess has you wondering if something’s on his mind.

Today, after all the little moments of unspoken worry and his fingers brushing your arm a little too often, you decide to bring it up.

"Aven, love,” you begin gently, meeting his gaze, “Is everything alright? You’ve been...extra close lately."

He hesitates, his ever-present smile faltering just slightly. "Ah, am I really that obvious?" He chuckles, but there's a hint of nervousness behind it. "It’s just...I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been coughing a bit more lately."

You freeze for a second, feeling your heart quicken. You’d tried so hard to hide your condition from him, carefully coughing petals into tissues, tucking them away when he wasn’t looking. Your condition was a lifelong burden, not caused by any recent heartache but simply part of who you are. But now it’s clear he’s been noticing more than you realized.

“Aven, it’s not... It’s not what you think,” you say softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I know what you’re thinking—that it might be because of you. But it’s not. It’s something I was born with.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, Aventurine’s confident composure breaks entirely. He stares at you, brows furrowing, genuine worry and perhaps a bit of guilt swimming in his eyes. "You mean...this wasn’t something recent? You’ve...you’ve had it all along?”

You nod, squeezing his hand. "It’s always been there. The doctors don’t know why, but it’s just a part of me. I didn’t want to worry you, so I hid it."

He exhales, visibly relieved but still concerned. “You shouldn’t have hidden something so big,” he murmurs, brushing a hand through your hair, fingers gentle and affectionate. “I... I hate thinking of you going through that alone.”

His tone is soft, filled with a depth of emotion you rarely hear from him. "I just wanted things to feel normal," you whisper, resting your forehead against his. "But lately... it’s been harder to hide. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you."

For a moment, he’s quiet, his hand slipping down to cradle your face, his thumb tracing gentle patterns against your cheek. “I’ll help you through this. You’re not alone in this anymore, you hear me?” His voice is resolute, his determination clear.

A small, hesitant smile finds its way onto your lips as you nod, feeling the weight of your secret lighten. “You really don’t have to...”

“Oh, but I do,” he insists, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. “I’m already envisioning ways we can handle it together. I’ll bring you tea every morning, make sure you rest more, and maybe bring a few cards to distract you when things get rough.”

You laugh softly at his playfulness, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. The tenderness in his eyes, the way he’s looking at you—it’s as if he’s promising to take on part of this burden just to keep you smiling.

“I’m lucky to have you.” you murmur, wrapping your arms around him.

He smiles, holding you close, his voice a gentle whisper in your ear. "And I’m lucky to have you, petals and all."

With Aventurine by your side, you realize that even the things you once saw as burdens feel a little lighter. The two of you, together, find comfort in each other’s embrace, knowing that no secret or struggle can stand between the love you share.

[allsadnshit]

Excerpts from "Wilted Scallion Heart Revival 10,000" to celebrate springs arrival + air out my feelings so my qi can move

[sunsetsandhope]

I want to say that life gets easier, but I can not as I sit in my bedroom with heating pad on my stomach regretting everything, because I am sick and in pain. I am hungry but physically my body can’t accept any food, I want to drink water, but my body thinks it is disgusting. It feels like a little end again, but it is not. Yes, it is indeed an awful day but I am sitting next to the window and I can look outside, the sunset looks gorgeous today wearing purple and pink, some hints of orange are there as well. So maybe yes, I have hard time, but the world, the world heals me a little.

[helenwhiteart-blog]

Big emotions at the root of "chronic"

Exploring the world of TMS (see my recent posts for more on this topic) as a root cause of chronic pain forces you to look at all your chronic issues in a whole new light. In my case, I’ve been forced to consider, could “all of it” have been a version of me having such BIG emotions stored in the body that they are considered a severe threat to my wellbeing and survival by my brain. Such a…

[chimeramoth]

on this day, the last day of disability pride month of 2023, happy pride and wrath and blessings to the disabled people who had to grow up with cruel parents who medically neglected/abused you. having to grow up feeling something wrong with our bodies or minds but our parents, teachers, and other adults in our lives not wanting to listen to us. having to grow up feeling sick and catching illnesses all the damn time because our immune systems are exhausted. having to grow up as the kid isolated and picked last for physical activities. having to grow up huffing and puffing but the doctors "couldn't find anything wrong" with us. having to grow up feeling so sick in our muscles, vessels, and bones, on the verge of blacking out and/or vomiting when we were forced to participate in sports or field day. being criticized and dehumanized for just wanting to stay in bed and rest. rest and heal and catch up. rest and recover our strength. having to grow up with parents who never told you that you had a disability because they "never wanted [us] to think something is deeply wrong with us" or they "never wanted [our] disability to stop us from achieving greatness."

i love you disabled child. i love you sick child. i love you tired child. i love you weak child. i love you crying child. i love you aching child. i love you neglected child. i love you medicated child. i love you unmedicated child. rest your bones and heal, child.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[gods-favorite-cl0wnboy]

note checkpoint thingy

20 notes and I’ll update my commission prices here and on instagram

30 notes and I’ll finally do my laundry even though I hate it

40 notes and I’ll contact my high school about changing my deadname to my preferred name in their records

50 notes and I’ll catch up on my missing schoolwork for math class

60 notes and I’ll catch up on all of the missing schoolwork

70 notes and I’ll contact my counselors about disability accommodations

85 notes and I’ll ask my mom about a cane again

100 notes and I’ll come out to my extended family

150 notes and I’ll start writing my scrapped book plot again

[autumnalal]

im becoming more unapologetic and feisty and im so here for it

[powerfulpheonix]

Applying for disability is so annoying… just had the guy say you’re only 19? Are you sure you need disability?