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on working even when it's not working
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with great pain comes the great inability to form a coherent sentence
[ID: a 4-page comic in illuminated manuscript style of a person standing outside. /1: They look to the distance and say: "What is that dolorous cloud: that dreadful fright I see now on the dark horizon?" /2: They turn, upset, and say: "Alas! It is the brain fog approaching!" A purple cloud enters the panel. /3: They hold up their hands against the approaching cloud, saying: "A curse upon that fog that steals my eloquence. I...hate...it" /4: The cloud surrounds them and they say: "cloud"..."bad" /ID]
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Hahaha! Turns out years of being doubted, ridiculed, minimized, and laughed at about your illness by doctors and friends has an effect on your psyche!
Even armed with a diagnosis, my first reaction to being able to ease a fraction of my symptoms with prescription medication is STILL "this proves it was always in my head." A decade past and I still wonder if I'm faking it even to myself.
Last week I got sick and it wasn't until I was literally blind, numb, and immobile that I could admit to myself it was actually happening. I faint at my desk and think "that probably didn't happen." Unless I reach a physical limit, it must be in my head. That's what my flock of docs told me all up until very recently.
Now I hafta meet myself at the mental squared circle just to share how I'm feeling to anyone ever. I super don't want to post this.
And I'M mostly on the other side. I'm doing BETTER. But I wasn't the first and I wasn't the last kid to feel a pain in the night and have their life shaken by the treatment as much as the pain itself.
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I'm sure the man who famously and historically has only ever looked out for himself will help the american lower class THIS time around
This one is really easy to misinterpret and it's really important to me that it's not misinterpreted so I'm just going to put it as plainly as I can:
We struggle in November because there isn't enough sunlight. An irrational proposal to solve this bad thing would be to destroy the sun altogether. Political nihilism. This is what Trump voters are doing. This is not an anti-voting comic. Please vote.