2024 was all physical and emotional pain for me. Guess who found out they’re Celiac and lost their broken af unrecoverable soul mate? Meeee! Woo…
So after getting misdiagnosed a bunch and having a completely fucked esophagus I’ve been exclusively focused on healing. The progress on that feels fucking fantastic after 2 years of slowly worsening chronic pain and unresponsive to habit changes, drugs, and diet changes to combat GERD. I just had to find out (on my own, no thanks to my doctors) my immune system was attacking my intestines and stomach/esophagus lining because I ate gluten, duh! Also my esophagus wouldn’t heal until I quit smoking. Oh and I found out I have hemochromatosis from the blood work too, so that’s nice.
I’ve been scared straight and I’m at an ideal body weight as a consequence too. Fasting helped healing immensely by just not using my digestive system for awhile. All around I’ll be fit as a fiddle year end, and in better shape than I’ve ever been since my teenage years. Purely out of fear of dying in agony! Wow!
After this horrible arc, I can work on my social life left in shambles by covid. I went nuts and recovered barely, my lover went nuts slowly and didn’t recover eventually, I lost friends some slowly some rapidly to right wing grifters, and just more mental health crash outs. Bad times. Went from 7 friends, 4 of which I hung out with weekly, to 2.5 I barely see. The busy guys I can maybe see once a month are what’s left and one of them was part of a friend group that’s dead and gone, and isn’t comfortable hanging out 1 on 1. Anxiety thing, but we’re not close as a consequence and that’s a doomed relationship.
My best friend is now my roommate and I consider him family now. He’ll probably also be married soon, but we’re staying together with a +1. Probably for life, so that’s nice. Not nice is why he’s with me but that’s a long story. The short of it is he’s autistic enough to be on disability, and his mom is a narcissist abuser that became too much. You’ll see the two cats he came with posted sometimes. All three of them are rescues :p I needed the company anyways.
So that’s my rest of 2025 goals: Social life. Idk about romance just yet. I’m tired, boss.
That’s it. Hopefully not too long winded. Mobile fat thumb edits.
I’m only alive because of her. I was and will continue to try in her honor no matter what. She’s not dead and there’s no bad blood, she’s just the most extreme version of someone who sets themselves on fire to save other wretches like me. She completely ruined herself 8 months ago to help someone.
I understand, I tend to be that way too. I hope the future holds positive surprises for you and perhaps another friend who understands you will come into your life. 🙏
2024 was all physical and emotional pain for me. Guess who found out they’re Celiac and lost their broken af unrecoverable soul mate? Meeee! Woo…
So after getting misdiagnosed a bunch and having a completely fucked esophagus I’ve been exclusively focused on healing. The progress on that feels fucking fantastic after 2 years of slowly worsening chronic pain and unresponsive to habit changes, drugs, and diet changes to combat GERD. I just had to find out (on my own, no thanks to my doctors) my immune system was attacking my intestines and stomach/esophagus lining because I ate gluten, duh! Also my esophagus wouldn’t heal until I quit smoking. Oh and I found out I have hemochromatosis from the blood work too, so that’s nice.
I’ve been scared straight and I’m at an ideal body weight as a consequence too. Fasting helped healing immensely by just not using my digestive system for awhile. All around I’ll be fit as a fiddle year end, and in better shape than I’ve ever been since my teenage years. Purely out of fear of dying in agony! Wow!
After this horrible arc, I can work on my social life left in shambles by covid. I went nuts and recovered barely, my lover went nuts slowly and didn’t recover eventually, I lost friends some slowly some rapidly to right wing grifters, and just more mental health crash outs. Bad times. Went from 7 friends, 4 of which I hung out with weekly, to 2.5 I barely see. The busy guys I can maybe see once a month are what’s left and one of them was part of a friend group that’s dead and gone, and isn’t comfortable hanging out 1 on 1. Anxiety thing, but we’re not close as a consequence and that’s a doomed relationship.
My best friend is now my roommate and I consider him family now. He’ll probably also be married soon, but we’re staying together with a +1. Probably for life, so that’s nice. Not nice is why he’s with me but that’s a long story. The short of it is he’s autistic enough to be on disability, and his mom is a narcissist abuser that became too much. You’ll see the two cats he came with posted sometimes. All three of them are rescues :p I needed the company anyways.
So that’s my rest of 2025 goals: Social life. Idk about romance just yet. I’m tired, boss.
That’s it. Hopefully not too long winded. Mobile fat thumb edits.
Thank you for sharing your story. I hope things get much better for you 🙏
Thanks for well wishes!
I’m only alive because of her. I was and will continue to try in her honor no matter what. She’s not dead and there’s no bad blood, she’s just the most extreme version of someone who sets themselves on fire to save other wretches like me. She completely ruined herself 8 months ago to help someone.
I understand, I tend to be that way too. I hope the future holds positive surprises for you and perhaps another friend who understands you will come into your life. 🙏