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misspixnmix:

If only it were this simple. Also, can you tell new medications are making my hands shake? Still, it’s better to draw terribly than not draw at all. Just keep pushing through and it’ll come good in the end. 

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misspixnmix: Sometimes

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oh, how very much we relate to this.  <3

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shycustis:

I’ve been having a rough year.

When my Pop died, it sort of broke my brain and the anxiety that lingered afterward has been popping up again this year.
When my head’s a mess, I’m practically crippled. I can’t think, I don’t understand things. Nothing makes sense when I’m like that, so I don’t make sense, either. I feel blind.

Coey’s my safe place. I’m able to be exposed and raw in front of him unlike anyone I’ve ever had before. As much as I care for all the important people in my life, I don’t have it in me to be so open with more than one. I’m just not that sort of person.
Co’s dealt with so much bullshit from me. But no matter how much of a handful I am- no matter how irritating my habits, how abrasive I get, or how much he compensates for my social dysfunctions -at the end of the day, Coey’s still here.
When I get my worst, I always think, “I’ve surely driven him away, this time.” But then he’ll still waiting for me when I come to bed, still wakes me up every morning with a kiss and smile. Shows me things are alright.

No one else could sort through the mess in my head, help me put things back in their place. No one else knows that part of me, or how I work.
He untangles my brain.

There’s no way to show him how grateful I am. It’s all so weighty in my mind and I just can’t get it out. I may have thanked him a thousand times but it hasn’t given me a shred of relief. How can you tell your fit how much it all means to you, especially from a difficult person like me?

So, I poured myself into this. It’s not much, it’s not even anything polished or final. But I made it in hopes the effort might help show you how grateful I am. And show everyone who sees this the same. You mean so much to me that I want everyone to know it. And know how good you are to me. But especially you- I want you to know how amazing you are, and how no one else would do.

misc-snapshots:

look at fluff. she misses amy *so* much!!! amy! hurry home! just, you know, safe-like… this is us wishing you a happy 40th birthday!

amy, take note.  let’s go on vacation here.  it’s purdy and it looks super relaxing…

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barnwoodanchors: A 17th-century sawmill in Champagnac de Belair, France, which has been refurbished and repurposed as a hotel. 

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omg.  if we ever decide to own a pretty old ornate place setting, sign me up for ones like these.  why is green so amazing?  i LOVE green TOO much!!!  :D  :D  :D

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awww…  “dramatically read poetry to your pets”… ‘cept i think bella would talk back.  xP

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seokim: when you realize too late that you said something stupid and it bugs you forever.

seokim: do you get nervous around new people and/or in group situations and say stupid things by accident? I sure don’t.

lovequotesrus: Photo Courtesy: kurthalseylovers

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yeah, amy.  deal with it!

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it’s easy to believe this is true on a single given day.  what’s hard about swallowing this message is when you feel like it’s all you’ve done for far too may days on end.  even when you know you’ve done lots more.  especially when there’s so much more you aspire to do, and so much that you have powerful but fleeting motivation to work on.  thinking about it all at once is overwhelming and counterproductive.  so especially on those seemingly wasted days, this is something good to remind myself.

but this is no excuse for stupid CIGNA taking over 3 weeks just to deny my doctor’s referral to have an MRI on my hip, or for them to state in their denial letter that the appeal process will take 30 days.  let’s all just cross our fingers and hope that my hip joint isn’t deteriorating in any permanent way.  31 is way too young to bid farewell to the function of nearly half of my body and my mobility.  i hate CIGNA, in case i didn’t mention.  they’d be fine if i never had any health problems, but unfortunately, i do.  and their goal seems to be to prevent me from getting any care outside regular office visits, to the best of their ability.  and being as sick as i’ve been lately, i haven’t got anywhere near the energy it takes to fight back.  and i’m pretty sure they’re counting on that in the way they designed their procedure approval system.

how can they say an MRI is medically unnecessary?  my doctor failed to identify the problem with the blunt instrument that is an x-ray, so the MRI isn’t a treatment; it’s a diagnostic procedure.  how can anyone tell MY DOCTOR what is medically necessary for a condition that he is STILL TRYING TO DIAGNOSE?

side note: if i’d just gone to ER in the first place, the MRI would easily have been approved if the ER drs had said that i needed one.  but ER is expensive and doesn’t involve my doctor.  i’d kind of like to have MY doctor involved in my healthcare during all steps of the way, for the sake of continuity of care.  thanks, CIGNA for making it nearly impossible for me to get better.  i’m wasting away on my bed and the couch, for about a month now, thanks to your backward policies.

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awww.

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