The Very Strange Disabled Experience Of Constantly Downplaying Your Own Pain And Then Out Of Nowhere

The very strange disabled experience of constantly downplaying your own pain and then out of nowhere you have an Epiphany and realize that most people don't have days where they wake up feeling like a deboned fish.

Maybe im faking all of it, maybe none of this is real. Am I real? Am I a person? I don’t think I am anymore. Do I still breathe, sleep, eat, drink, bleed? Am I still human anymore? Is my blood still red or is it some other color? Does it still taste of iron or will I taste another metal instead? What am I if not human? Am I anything at all?

The ‘you’re mature for your age’ to sleeping with a bed full of plushies in your mid twenties pipeline is real

Me: I'm so exhausted and drained from my chronic pain that I'll sleep well tonight

My body:

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