Random Tip For The Unwell:

There is a very specific and painful uncomfortable infuriating frustrating dreadful sad feeling of desire, when you care so much about something, and you just want to tell someone about it.

To take a character and make someone else care about them they way you do

To show someone how fascinating a topic is

To demonstrate how intricate a story is, how intertwined the world is

To bundle up the bright, overflowing bundle of care/excitement/intrigue and share it so someone else can experience it too

…

But sometimes, perhaps often, there is no one to tell.

No one you haven’t bothered recently. No one who has a similar interest. No one who will be willing to read the outpour. No one who would care. No one you haven’t already handed a new interest.

And that desire to share, give, offer, show, and tell someone sours. It melts into a charred mass of dread in your stomach that seeps into the subject itself, if only a little.

Reminder that executive function/ task paralysis isn’t force-of-will-able for the most part

Can you force your brain to think of a word on the tip of your tongue? Can you snap your fingers and recall the exact appearance of your first article of clothing? Can you tell the oxygen in your lungs where to go?

Who has complete control of their brain, their body, and the chemicals within? Not me.

Sometimes u need a weighted blanket to flatten the emotions into a thin little pancake so they don’t condense into something unmanageable

I’ve been on a song art thing lately

You may not believe in ghosts but the ghosts believe in you and that is a threat

Average attempt at communication with adhd.

Particularly stupid words I cannot seem to conquer when attempting to type thoughtlessly:

- hte

-becasue

-threfroe

Every time I look up something relating to autism and autism speaks is the first thing to pop up I want to bite it. Chew it up and spit it out. >:/

Every day I find new ways in which to be disturbed

Imagine my confusion and disgust when, during a 2AM awakening from insomnia, I find a golf-ball-sized mass of s o m e t h i n g in my bed.

It’s half soft and half tacky and overall a very squishy and concerning organic shape.

It is my pain patch, which came off and balled up sometime in the night

Advice for mixed skin types be like “treat this part of ur face this way and this part that way” but what they don’t know is that the same exact parts of my face are oily and peeling at the same hekkin time ‘:\

Gravity has betrayed me once again.