anon-dying.bsky.social
@anon-dying.bsky.social
OMG, I'm, like, literally dying.

Describing my demise in a fun and flirty way! Under 50 years old, former creative professional, Ontario, Canada. I live to parent for as long as I can.
'Neckercises' is the nickname I've given to my neck exercises.
April 16, 2025 at 7:53 PM
A cool thing to say to me when you find out my health is fucked is, "But what about your daughter?!"

I KNOW, right? How selfish of me to have ... been overcome with pain and a lack of ability to parent. What a bitch mom I am. I should really eat shit. Don't forget to remind me!!!
April 10, 2025 at 10:40 PM
I spend a lot of time just upvoting nice dogs. I used to be really good at my job.
April 5, 2025 at 10:01 PM
I have seen all of Reddit. I have heard every podcast. I am now looking at Getty Images. Fucking long slow decline.
April 5, 2025 at 9:29 PM
I lie in bed every day. It is boring as fuck. Today, I realized I had to go to the bathroom and I thought to myself, 'That will give you something to do.'
April 5, 2025 at 9:21 PM
My calendar hasn't been so full in YEARS!

I mean, they're all doctors appointments, but they still fill up the week.
April 1, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Mentally, I noticed it one day when I forgot how to type an emdash.

Physically, I noticed years earlier but I never put the ailments together. To piece them together would have been to create a serious problem I couldn't acknowledge, let alone tackle.
April 1, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Membership in the dying community is notoriously short-lived.
April 1, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Before I created this account, I didn't realize there was a whole dying community that I could be part of. Right on.
April 1, 2025 at 5:05 PM
I had a seizure during the night. That's new. Neat. Cool, cool, cool.
April 1, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Excuse me while I shift into my Demise Era.
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
You could be in denial right now and not even know it.
March 31, 2025 at 4:09 PM
When you realize you're dying, you have to go around and break up with everyone you know, and some of their reactions are unexpected, or expectedly selfish.
March 31, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Bed days are a way of life. It’s been a bed year for me so far. I was not prepared for this.
March 31, 2025 at 4:04 PM
I’m dying and I can’t control it.
March 31, 2025 at 4:03 PM
My doctor appointment was cancelled. I have to hire a house keeper. I need to complete my disability insurance paperwork. I cant focus to do any of that. I will have to wait on that. Like my doctor appointment, which will wait now until Thursday. I'm running out of time and money and power.
March 31, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Sometimes, I wander around, wondering. Then I have to get back into bed.
March 31, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Got up, bathed, back in bed. I go to the doctor tomorrow. I need to get my disability insurance claim locked down. I am really scared about how quickly I am declining. There are so many meetings I have to sort out. I need to go to the bank with my power of attorney. I need to rest.
March 30, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Big plans for tonight! I'm taking a disco nap to prepare for my big trip to the laundry room.
March 29, 2025 at 9:52 PM
It's scary to be this feeble. I mustn't let anybody see!
March 29, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Another day of lying in bed all day.
March 29, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Why an anonymous account? Because dying is soooooo attention-seeking. OMG, I would die if people thought I was telling everyone I was dying. Like, imagine writing all this stuff under your *own* name in *public*? People would think you were such a dark, woe-is-me, obnoxious-ass drama queen.
March 28, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Figuring out how to break news to people is top of mind now since my pal told me 'fuck you.' i can tell that:
1. i need to keep this shit to myself whenever possible; and
2. i gotta lie, keep it positive, perform an elaborate song & dance to protect their feelings while I die.
March 28, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Parents: very generous! But encouraging words ≠ their forte.

"This will pass ... like a kidney stone."

(Plot twist: I may also have a kidney stone.)

I just chunk out information about my actual prognosis because, I mean, this *could* pass. It's not going to. But I'm not going to text that.
March 28, 2025 at 12:14 AM