To the CFer who keeps commenting here and stating his/her opinion on how I don't know how to live my life... stop reading my blog.
This was a fun comment:
"I never get post-hospital depression. Usually when I am out of the hospital, I'm a bit overjoyed to be honest. My hospital IS structured. Don't act like your hospital and life are so different from mine. Essentially we are the same people except I know how to deal with life and you don't. "
Yes, I am overjoyed too... and then I'm overwhelmed for a couple days. Fuck you. We are NOT the same people. If you also suffer clinical depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, restless legs syndrome, fibromyalgia, and diabetes then you can tell me we are the same.
Also, I don't go around telling people how horrible they are at living their lives.
And this blog is a glimpse into my life. A glimpse on how I deal with my CF and various other bullshit that I deal with. Usually I don't tell you how often I stand in my kitchen and dance and sing at the top of my lungs. I don't tell you about how much I enjoy driving in my car with the sunroof open singing to a mix my brother made. I don't talk about the skipping or all the dancing I do in my own home. I don't talk about how much I really love life. Maybe I should. Maybe you would shut the fuck up, evil CF commenter.
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