Autoimmune Disease

Lyrics Are Healing. *Explicit Content*

Music is the one thing that will align my scattered thoughts, hurt, and anxieties into an organized fashion.

My husband and friends describe my mind as a “squirrel”. Personally, I would take it a step further, adding “on a highway”.

I’m terrified to lose a thought… so conversations with me are pretty spastic.

I have been listening for songs that describe the way I have been feeling lately… that describe the pattern of my 28 years, “welcome!!” *ghost*. It’s been a painful journey. So yes, I’ve related down to my fur babies, who don’t pass judgement, who love unconditionally. After losing my peace (Mimi), the ground beneath my feet has been a turntable at best.

– “Happy Ever After” by Cross the Line

So you’re calling me drunk,
And you’re outside a club,
And you’re lonely in SoHo.
And you hate everyone,
And you wish I was there,
It’s no fun going solo.
Now you wanna be friends
Always sad on weekends,
And I was your pick-me-up
And I would say, “Pick me up”
But not anymore.

Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me.
Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in,
But still stuck around?
Well that was all me.

But this is on you.
It’s your bed, babe, it’s your funeral.
This is on you.
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all.
Did all I could do
And you need me now but I’m clocking out.
So this is on you.
This is on you.

And I get that you’re hurt,
Having issues at work,
Always fight with your father.
But for years I was there,
Had your back, it’s not fair
How you took me for granted.
I went down with the ship,
Always your therapist,
Always your good luck charm,
Hanging on to your arm
But not anymore.

Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me.
Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in,
But still stuck around?
Well that was all me.

But this is on you.
It’s your bed, babe, it’s your funeral.
This is on you.
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all.
Did all I could do
And you need me now but I’m clocking out.
So this is on you.
This is on you….

Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me, yeah.
Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in?
Still stuck around,
That was all me.

But this is on you.
It’s your bed, babe, it’s your funeral.
This is on you.
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all.
Did all I could do
You need me now but I’m clocking out,
So this is on you,
This is on you.

-“This is on You” by Maisie Peters

Music is simply the organized flow of my thoughts expressed by people who get it.

Surround yourself with people who get it.

Follow me on social media! (Or join in with me in my journey for HEALTH and STRENGTH!💞

💗💛,

Bailey

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