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Hello, I’m Adrien and I’m trying to raise money towards finally getting better.

I’ve dealt with a life-long disability of migraine with aura, migraines that occur about every other day and are so painful that I have to stay in bed all day.  Recently, these migraines began morphing into seizures, causing me to be hopitalised multiple times (once for 5 days) and drop out of college.

One of my seizures caused me to be in a bike accident that severed two of my fingers. I dealt with hospital visits and surgery and so much physical therapy because I did not want to lose the ability to use them. I’m a musician. I play violin. I play piano. Hell, I want to be a surgeon. Losing the use of my fingers has been devastating.

They work a little better now. But I still paid so much for what felt like so little improvement. Some people helped me out and I’m grateful to them. But I still wracked up so much in charges. I’m happy to use my fingers the small amount I can but that doesn’t change the bills I’m still paying for.

Then, about two weeks ago, I found out that I have multiple congenital heart defects that may be causing my seizures.  Of course, this means that I have more medical bills and more stress to deal with.

I’ve decided, finally, to ask for help. I don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but I just do not know what to do. I’m currently swamped in medical bills. It’s filled up my credit card. I just barely manage to make payments on it.  

I’m raffling off my vintage collection of Pokemon figures, as well as a collection of Eevee and eeveelutions plushies.  First place gets the figures, second place gets the plushes! 

My GoFundMe page is here.

Not interested in Pokemon? No problem!  Please reblog, share, or maybe check out my Etsy shop for some rad beadwork!

Thank you!

Good luck.

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And so it begins. 
#book #booksculpture #folding #recycledart

And so it begins.
#book #booksculpture #folding #recycledart


I am a terrible human being sometimes. Now is one of those times.
I haven’t had the urge to hurt myself in years but today seems like a dandy day to return to old nasty habits that die hard.
No sense in praying to a god I don’t believe in. Wouldn’t do any good even if I did believe.
Commence curling up into a ball and crying until it goes away.

Another day of questioning what the hell I’m doing. Whee hormones! I’m back to hating my house, shithole that it is. I’m a terrible parent. Probably not the best spouse either. One big helping of FML today.

Next tattoo. Oh yes.

Next tattoo. Oh yes.



fun fact: you don’t cure depression by telling me i have nothing to be sad about

another fun fact: you dont cure anxiety by just getting up and doing whatever it is that makes you anxious

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