23. Christian. Chronically ill. Chronically sassy. Idiot Savant. Punk Rock Goddess. Secret badass. Chronic dreamer.
This is an open, and honest look. Into the diary of spoonie. Making sure that I document all the unpleasant; and at times tragic, humorous, ironic, painful, numbing, maddening, and beautiful moments. That happen in my life, while dealing with Chronic Illness. My hope is that, this will be the memoirs of my journey to health; happiness, and a majestically-ridiculous existence. Because when I get there, I want to be able to look back at how far I've come. And hopefully help someone like me, feel a little less alone in their spoonie lives, by visiting The Spoonie Kingdom.
So... It will be either that, or an uncomfortable, confusing, mood swing laced, and moderately disturbing blog. Where I chronicle my journey to the nut house, with a padded room, with my name on it. Either way, this should be fun.
Welcome To The Spoonie Kingdom♔
Enjoy your stay.
Birthday nails & henna for this spoonie!
Dat cake doe.
My face is ridiculous.
Like I ain’t never seen cake before…
I haven’t slept in days Brittany
I’m Cramping Brittany
I’m about to cry Brittany
And it’s just a vicious cycle of Brittanys I HATE. Funny enough, hormone problems never have a “happy” phase.
but ily for trying<3
Having not one, but two hormone disorders. Is similar to a poorly, poorly, written script where someone is trying to depict a Bi-Polar disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder mash up. My mood changes more than a teething toddler. And I never know which Brittany is going to appear. It happens in a flash, and it’s quite unsettling. There are so many versions of myself floating around.
I hate them all.
You have my permission to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Don’t you dare have the audacity to insinuate, that I “let” my disease control me. I don’t “let” my disease control me… I HAVE A DISEASE, THAT CONTROLS ME.
When’s the last time you threw up? Hmm? Riddle me this, when you were throwing up or feeling nauseas, did you “LET” yourself throw up? NO! You ignorant prick. You didn’t “let” yourself throw up. YOU THREW UP, BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK!
Fuck you. SO. HARD. In prison, without lube.
Because you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. And your stupidity is enraging.
So just stop talking about things you don’t know a damn thing about.
Because this spoonie, will not accept your bullshit.