to be real and vulnerable being misdiagnosed by doctors is not great. it kinda haunts me and will probably kill me one day because I can’t get myself to ever go get help because of what happened. also multiple adults in my life not taking me seriously. was fucked up.
also don’t let your parent do med mal after a lifetime of being not believed and misdiagnosed if you ever want to try to go and get medical attention in your life.
There are three paths. Cocaine. Natural herbs that surely do something. Getting diagnosed and going on meds.
Fourth boss going to a doctor and figuring it all out. And who am I kidding, I can’t even wake up these days.
“if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky” “if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram” if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It’s over. I’m free.
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a little analysis of the small characterizations that are in just this cutscene. they make me ill
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