Mr. Park.

Mr. Park.

Jimin.

Sir.

Stay in your MF lane!!

(luv u)

My grandfather was up past midnight last night, crying and praying, because we finally told him I’m most likely going to be diagnosed with schizophrenia this coming week, then told him everything I’ve been going through for the last 2 years. He was asking the Lord to heal me, to show him how he can help me, and to give my mother the strength to take care of me and be my advocate.

We were hoping it would simply relate to my migraines or long-COVID. I’ve had more scans and tests done trying to find something that has developed, but everything has came back negative. My mother still thinks it could be the multitude of neurological medicines I’ve went through since the last few months of 2021. Not that we can rule that out or not. My doctor that’s part of a post-COVID network hasn’t seen these side effects or symptoms in anyone else, so they don’t think it’s COVID. Apparently I’m just reaching the age that these issues show up. They did say that it’s possible COVID sped up the timeline of the symptoms, and that’s why it’s gotten so much worse in such a small time, but can’t say for sure.

So yeah.

I need the men of BTS—the lovely Fae kings of Bangtan Sonyeondan—to chill. Giving me damn heart problems over here

i’m too scared to go to the doctor for my mental health because i don’t think i fit into any one box, plus some of my friends brought up that i probably have some kind of autism but it would be too late to get a diagnosis and do anything xx

other than that, amazing!! how are you? <3

It is NEVER too late to get a diagnosis and treatment! Adults are diagnosed so much more these days.

And honey, even if you don’t fit into any one category, you should seek help. It is so incredibly worth it. Even if it seems only a touch better at first, if you stick with searching for answers you’ll get there. Please, please seek help!

Today is the first wash of the purple hair🤞I may be crying in the club later guys

I dyed my hair purple. Well, multiple shades of purple and an occasional pop of blue, but yeah.

🤷‍♀️

I never had any cute stories like this at the local donut/coffee shop I worked at 😩😩

With Saint Patrick’s Day being today, I would like to share my favorite story:

I used to work at a bakery, and we would be especially busy from opening until school started in the mornings. Lots of kids, lots of green icing and shamrock sprinkles, lots of “Kiss Me, I’m Irish!” shirts, lots of gold coin chocolates.

This one particular Saint Patrick’s Day, a mother and son came in quite a bit later than the rest of the morning school rush. He had a doctor’s appointment before school, or something like that. And it wasn’t until they walked in and saw all that green and gold and rainbows that they remembered what day it was. This sweet little elementary school boy was so upset because kids are mean and no matter what the teachers say, he knew he was going to get pinched. His mom barely had time to stop in to get him a treat and off to school before she had to be at work, and she was apologizing so much. It broke my heart.

Now, my hair has always been long—very long. That day I had done a cute messy bun and finished it off with what was actually a Christmas hair tie. It had green ribbons tied to the green-covered elastic, and each end of every ribbon had a bell on it. I had used it as more of a fashion piece than to actually hold my hair up, so after they had paid I stopped them from leaving and quickly took it out. I walked around the counter, and told the boy to hold out his wrist. It fit perfectly, not too tight or loose, and he smiled so big as he jingled it a couple times. His mom was beaming, and mouthed “thank you” as they hurried out the door, the boy with a skip in his step.

His dad brought him in the next time, a couple weeks later, and he tried to hand it back. He said that he was sorry it was a couple ribbons short, but a couple of girls in his class didn’t have any green either, and he had given them each one to put on their hair ties too. I told him to keep it, that maybe he’d need it again some time, or need to rescue another damsel in distress and in need of green ribboned bells.

The last time he came in, I had taken off, but he left a cute little note with the owner saying he was going to miss me—they were moving—but that he had to give me something to remember him by, because he’d never forget the “nice lady with the cookies and bells”. He had rolled up the little note and tied it with a jingley green ribbon.

Yes, I still have both.