I used to put band-aids over the spots where I scab picked. Whenever I reached unconsciously for the spots, the band-aid was a good reminder I didn't wanna do it, and if I was looking at the spots, the band-aid told me not to do it. I used children's band-aids to cheer me up a bit.
I know everyone's going through it rn, and I wish I could cheer you all up with more than words. It's frustrating that I can't make your pains and worries go away, and I feel helpless in the face of all your hurt. But I want you to know I believe in you. No matter what you're struggling with, no matter what you're going through, I believe in you. You can do this, no matter what.
You are not whining, and there is nothing to be sorry about. You're in chronic pain and that's fucking scary. Don't apologize, I'm glad you shared your story.
As for actual help with your problem, you could try and make a mutual aid request and ask for money so your next refill is covered at least. It's a temporary solution, but maybe your friend will contact you once they're better.
I can't imagine how horrible your pain must be. Just know that I hope you can get your painmeds very soon. Sending a lot of love to you, friend
I read your posts/comments every time I see them, and I upvote them too to make sure you know someone listened. I also sent hug emojis to let you know I care and don't want you to feel alone. The reason why I don't reply is mostly bc I don't know what to say. You're not a bad person, and your not a weirdo. You're just as appreciated as everyone else here. However, I for one don't know what would help you, and that's what usually keeps me from replying. I would love to send you more than the occasional hug emoji. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm unable to grasp how you feel, but I do certainly want to try and make you feel heard and seen.
Please don't think you're not welcome here, bc you are.
So now we finally know what your PhD is in: Cop Charming!
Kidding aside, I'm glad you handled it so well, and I really hope you never have to deal with this again. Proud of you for calling out an asshole politician, though I would've loved to see the cops' expressions when you complied
I used to put band-aids over the spots where I scab picked. Whenever I reached unconsciously for the spots, the band-aid was a good reminder I didn't wanna do it, and if I was looking at the spots, the band-aid told me not to do it. I used children's band-aids to cheer me up a bit.