birthday 2017

Birthday 2017

My mother made pizza for dinner. My immediate family came over for my birthday. It was nice, even if my youngest sister was being a goof the whole time. She gave me the body pillow I wanted though it is not as supportive as I thought it would be. My 2nd youngest niece painted a Winnie the Pooh bear. It was cute.

I tried making the cheesecake cookies today but the cookies didn’t come out the way they were supposed to. They are still edible and I supposed I could use the cream cheese filling as a dip of some sort for them. I was disappointed. My mother said I didn’t cook them long enough. I don’t know. They seemed okay to me.

I had some pain throughout the day. After I made the cookies, I took off my boot to relax and the pain got so bad, I cried again. I couldn’t help it. I had been walking around the kitchen doing stuff and guess it was too much for my ankle. I am hurting now as I am writing this. There just doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the pain. I don’t do anything, I hurt. I do something, I hurt. I hate this condition so much.

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G. Collerone

suicide attempt survivor writing about the hopelessness that accompanies depression that no one likes to talk about. also writing about my daily struggle with chronic pain and how it affects my suicidality

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