I hate my body for failing me 3 years ago. For getting sick and being unable to recover. And when I've had victories, like having a surgery and making a full recovery, having another injury pop up somewhere else with very little precipitating it (things that would not cause injury in healthy people, like doing a downward dog stretch twice a day for a month causing chronic ball of the foot pain to where I'm now walking on rocks 24/7).

Being sedentary has caused me to put on 15 pounds (34M, 5'10, went from a relatively healthy 195 to 210) and I notice these 15 pounds. It causes all my good clothes not to fit (not that I have the energy to put them on anyway).

Worst of all it's driving me to substance abuse. My tolerance for opioids is so high now that no matter what I take it just makes me feel normal, but I'm also taking boat loads of Kratom and yesterday took an 2 extra Lyrica just to go to sleep.

And everyone please be gentle and kind to each other? Just seeing people celebrating and making fun of the sinking submarine has made me not want to read comment sections anymore. I'm hesitant to even refresh this page...