My Brain Doesnt Work, My Body Doesnt Work, My Emotions Are Disregulated, My Goddamn Personality Is Fractured

My brain doesn’t work, my body doesn’t work, my emotions are disregulated, my goddamn personality is fractured WHERE IS THE RESET BUTTON

I’ve been reading a lot of fix it fics and I just want to say that the first thing Aziraphale and Crowley would do after making up wouldn’t be to kiss. It would be to hug and cling to each other like a lifeline, inhaling each other’s scent and trying to meld their bodies together as a way of saying “I’m here I’m not leaving”.

Then they would ease themselves into kissing.

Whenever anyone vents to me or gets really emotional a lot my first thought is that they’re doing it for attention. They’re dramatising it to make it all about them because that’s what I would do.

And then when they keep doing it it’s like okay you made your point can you shut up now?

doot doot

IT WORKED???

If I could talk to myself four years ago I’d say it’s okay. It’s okay that you’re disabled. It’s okay that you’re going to need mobility aids for the rest of your life. It’s okay that you can’t do things other people can. It’s okay to be angry. It’s okay to call out ableism. It’s okay that you’ll never be “acceptable” as a disabled person. It’s okay to be a cripple.

Accepting your disability takes time. It’s okay.

You don’t have to be on the brink of collapse to use your mobility aids.

You don’t need to be limping to use your cane. You don’t need to be staggering to use your crutches. You don’t need to be falling over to use your rollater. You don’t need to be too weak to stand to use your wheelchair.

They’re there to help you and you are never too “strong” to be using something that helps you.