June 1st. On June 1st I won’t have to bind my chest everyday. On June 1st I won’t have to suffer through long days where it becomes hard to catch my breath. On June 1st I won’t have to strategically place my hands, writing, or blankets.
June 1st I’m liberated from this physical burden.
Including what’s in my GoFundMe, I have about $6,750. I’m so close to my goal of ~$9,000 dollars to make it to Florida, have the surgery, stay for a week for my post op, and flying back home. I wouldn’t be this far without the kindness of the people around me.
Living with Taylor is more different than I could’ve ever imagined. I had this fantasy imagined. Don’t get me wrong, I knew there’d be disagreements and hard times but I never would’ve been able to imagine how much closer to her I feel. I didn’t think it possible, growing closer to someone I already felt so close with.
Alas, here I am. That being said, I’m also so comfortable I sometimes forget what I have. I forget to tell her how much I appreciate every little thing she does. I forget to show her my appreciation. I get caught up in this cycle of school, cleaning, homework, and resting that I forget to make time to just be together. That’s what I love most. The days we have where we can just be. Exist together without anything we have to do. In our apartment with our little kitties.
As far as getting matching tattoos with my partner, the first thing people will say is “what if you break up?” This is always a possibility in any relationship. Honestly, if we do then we do. It doesn’t make our relationship any less significant, it doesn’t make my feelings any less significant, and it doesn’t make my love for this band and song any less significant.
What we have right now, and what I truly believe we will have for my lifetime, is important enough and has impacted my life enough that even without the ink Taylor will always be such an important person in my life.
But don’t get it twisted– you’ll never find her (or any other parter for that matter) name tatted.
He had schizophrenia. He didn’t recognize her. She did everything she could to connect with him, but he refused treatment, medication, food, or new clothing.
Eventually, he said to her: “Diana, I am so sorry for not being in your life. I am so happy that you have a family of your own now. Do better for them…
… Don’t worry about me or what everyone says about me. If you want to make me proud and happy, be there for your family the way your mom and I never were. Stop trying to save everyone…just worry about yourself and your family. And don’t forget why I named you Diana, you are the light within the darkness.” So she refused to give up.
After suffering a heart attack, he agreed to get help and slowly took control of his own life.
One day he suddenly called her to invite her out for coffee. Later that afternoon, she wrote on her blog: “I feel like I just met my father for the first time today.”
“I struggled to reconcile my feelings toward my father’s absence in my life, while continuing to care deeply for him and other homeless individuals.”
“Over time, I learned to navigate through my feelings of desperation and became more vocal in my community about my father’s condition and what it’s like to watch a loved one battle mental illness.”
He is now doing very well, and they are rebuilding their relationship from the ground up. “So long as we are alive in this world, every day is an opportunity to take hold of that ‘second chance.’ There is no failure unless you give up, and he never gave up. And I haven’t given up on him.”
Its like we got all this new technology and didnt know what to do with it.
the war on drugs has failed.
was i the only one who thought that your head would actually turn into fruit if you ate one because i did and me and a friend got some and we each ate one and then i looked at her and lied and screamed that she looked just like a watermelon and she started crying
