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to be frank.

nay, honest. for a moment, please.

i’m tired of being sick all the time. and i’m tired of knowing it’s not going away. 

i’m tired of shaking and worrying if the medicine i take will make me nauseous more today than the day before. 

i’m tired of being tired. and i’m tired of never sleeping well.

i’m tired of feeling guilty because it hurts to get out of bed. and i’m tired of trying to hide it all the time. 

i’m tired of remembering, over and over, the most painful times in my life and reliving them day in and day out. it keeps coming back and i’m tired of acting like it’s normal.

i’m just tired of not being well, at all.

i’m tired.

i want, desperately, to be okay.

i’m so tired.