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Trigger warning: I briefly talk about self destructive behaviors, mainly eating disorders.   Link for various crisis helplines will be at the very bottom.  I used to color.  I used to craft.  I used to write as a form a therapy.  I used to have the desire to be a creative.  Last year was the year of goodbyes. I swore this year I was going to find my way back to me, but it never happened.   Chronic illness is just that, it's chronic, it's every day and this year was another roller coaster ride of it. I got as sick as I did the last time they were worried I had that dreaded c word, I didn't,  it was just a scare, but I still got to that point they went back to testing. Then, then I did the thing I haven't done in a while because it became an easy solution,  if I don't eat I can't get sick.  It became a slippery slope. I don't eat, I can't take my seizure meds, but then I'm not facing the stomach issues. It took a while to figure ...