Honesty

Hey everyone.

Recently, I have felt compelled to share some details of my life with you, my supporters. I have been told many times by numerous people, including my own family, to ask for help when I need it. Not that I am asking you for help, but I just wanted to be honest. You deserve that much from me, especially if you buy my items. I REALLY appreciate that, holy cow!

So, to be frank... I am not. My name is Rachel. You can thank my dad for that joke, and his before him. But seriously, I am alive, much like you, and I am also suffering the wrath that is... the hellscape of America. I would say modern, but I don't think America was ever anything but... Long, long ago, we all lived in nature's utopia. BUT I DIGRESS, that is the wrong honesty for now

Back to MEEEEEEEE

I'm mentally ill. Finding out now that I am also physically ill. Very fun times. Also, turns out some of my negative COVID tests were false, OR I had mono as a kid, and it won't leave my body alone. Kinda like how shingles is hiding in people's bodies who had smallpox. Unsure if either of those is what is actually going on, or if it is another issue. All I know is that I have a lot of issues that align with hEDS and/or dysautonomia. Being both autistic and ADHD, I am at a greater risk for a form of EDS. Factor in family medical history and my relationship with food (and what is available to us in America...) I am not healthy.

Let this be something you take away if anything, just because you are eating right, exercising right, and look fine does NOT mean there is nothing wrong. Thankful for the individual who drilled into my thick skull that your life is for you. It's not selfish to take care of yourself. You know you best. TAKE CARE OF YOURSelF AND YOUR WORLD. If it wasn't for them, I'm afraid I'd be barefoot and pregnant in Texas. Nothing wrong with that, just if you know me... you'll get it haha.

Imma keep doing what I do, only because someone out there needs whatever it is they will receive from what I put out. My only intention and hope is that they better themselves and/or others with it. We do not need any more pain. We are already bringing too much of it to ourselves.

Stay alive.

Efar

Be too stubborn to let death take you with its greasy little raccoon paws. (death is a raccoon, its cannon bye)

blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love youuuu like a mom fish loves its babies