Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

I'm Alexandra. I'm 27, queer, chronically ill, mentally interesting, and I live in the Canadian Prairies.

Here you will find beautiful pictures, beautiful words, surreal humour, adorable animals (especially birds and bats), nature, hippy shit, neat art, queer things, feminist things, Buddhist things, things related to knitting, Greek and Roman Classical stuff, period film/tv appreciation, things that appease my inner goth teenager, and posts on living with chronic illness and mental illness that don't involve the word "spoons". And maybe the occasional Teen Wolf gif set because nobody's perfect.

#submission

chronicillnesscat:

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Having to deal with depression and anxiety is hard enough. I don’t need people telling me I need to “man up”, or that I need to try harder, or that I’m just trying to “cop out” of personal responsibility.

chronicillnesscat:

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads:  Mental illnesses interfere with academic performance - “You have to take personal responsibility”]

Having to deal with depression and anxiety is hard enough. I don’t need people telling me I need to “man up”, or that I need to try harder, or that I’m just trying to “cop out” of personal responsibility.

chronicillnesscat:

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I know people are just trying to get to know you, which is why it’s so hard to dodge this extremely simple conversation starter. But being asked “Where do you work?” or “Where do you go to school?” when you can’t do either leaves you kind of stumbling for an answer, especially if your illness(es) are completely invisible. It’s so hard to explain and really kind of a mood killer, plus who wants to share their health information with a stranger, even a friendly one? Of course, that could just be the “oh my god they’re judging me” anxiety acting up every time I hear it…

chronicillnesscat:

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “So, what do you do?” Please god anything but this question]

I know people are just trying to get to know you, which is why it’s so hard to dodge this extremely simple conversation starter. But being asked “Where do you work?” or “Where do you go to school?” when you can’t do either leaves you kind of stumbling for an answer, especially if your illness(es) are completely invisible. It’s so hard to explain and really kind of a mood killer, plus who wants to share their health information with a stranger, even a friendly one? Of course, that could just be the “oh my god they’re judging me” anxiety acting up every time I hear it…

chronicillnesscat:

 [Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Need coffee to function – Coffee causes anxiety attack”]
Which, of course, prevents me functioning.

My life.

chronicillnesscat:


[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Need coffee to function – Coffee causes anxiety attack”]

Which, of course, prevents me functioning.

My life.