Gonna rant real quick so TW I’m talking about my mental and medical health problems.
My stomach is flared up so bad I spend most of my day popping Tylenol in fetal position with a heating pad. My lower left side under my bellybutton hurts to the touch. I have no appetite and I’m dropping weight (which has fueled my bipolar episodes and impulses into relapsing in my ED) My stomach isn’t absorbing my meds, we’re trying to get my insurance to cover a dissolvable mood stabilizer so I can absorb it but it’ll take weeks. If they don’t cover it I can’t afford it. My gastroenterologist ignored my messages and refused to prescribe me any sort of medicine so I’m currently waiting to get a new GI doctor, which once again can take weeks to months. I’m throwing up randomly, breaking out in hives, hair falling out in clumps, I can barely remember my days and I don’t even know how I’m functioning. Writing has been my safe coping mechanism lately so expect new chapters.
I’m a nineteen year old dropout with no car, license, job. I live away from all of my family and had to leave my mom alone after my dad died so we can both heal and be stable mentally and financially. I’m starting college in the fall and I don’t even have a permit. I dropped out of high school purely out of anxiety and my stomach which has only gotten worse. I’m doing first semester online but the thought of going back in that setting leaves me sick. My grandmother on my mom’s side has completely shut us out and is trying to ruin my relationship with my grandpa who is the only one helping me with college. My boyfriend and I are both having horrible flare ups, there’s so so much more but my mind cannot turn off. If you managed to read this, please send all the good energy my way, if you can. I’ll try my best to keep up with my message board the best I can.
Much love xx