being chronically ill makes me a “bad friend” & I don’t care anymore. I’m too sick to go anywhere, everything is a project, I need a few days notice to save up my energy and even then - I don’t know how I’ll feel that day. I forget to respond to the texts I got while

I was taking a pain nap. When I do respond, brain fog makes conversations exhausting. I talk about being sick too often, and people don’t want to hear it. But I can’t care, I’m too busy keeping myself alive to spend that energy worrying what people think. #neisvoid

and yes it’s really sad and lonely. maybe I’ll eventually be “well enough” to socialize again. maybe I won’t. I’m going to lay down because I’m fresh out of spoons

wow I almost didn’t post this & it would have lived forever with my other anxiety-brain tweet drafts. Also - I do have some great friends, nobody called me a bad friend. It’s just my brain telling me I’m a burden (I know I’m not)