I’ve made some bad, truly bad choices this year. I’ve made some very cowardly choices this year.
But mostly, I think I’ve been braver than I ever knew I could be and I’m just getting started.
some days I feel like a swamp thing wearing a Girl Costume and if anybody looks too long or touches me they’ll notice the mud is starting to seep through
Tummy is hurting and I am so close to burnout I have zero spoons to be brave about it.
Also, hello twitter, it’s been a very hot minute since I’ve been on here.
Going to start turning my weird ass bullshit brain injective thoughts into poem starters.
“The water lever under the raspberry tea at the Panera told me you were cheating”
First off, the water lever is a dirty liar. Second off, brain where the hell did that come from?
I… I think I’m not bipolar. I think my symptoms are actually my late diagnosed autism and undiagnosed OCD.
I’ve started making a list of things that are probably compulsions and not fun little personality quirks and uh… evidence is damning.
Head silent except for Danny Schmidt playing on repeat in my head.
He was the weather at the Nightvale Live show.
And I am so obsessed you don’t even know. He even signed a poster that I bought and a fortune cookie fortune I keep in my phone case because my intuition said to.
To other autistic people, have you ever had moments where someone was flirting with you and you didn't realise until much later after missing all the hints?
Just did a yoga video off YouTube for beginners and the inflexible (I’m both) and had my What Do You Meme deck on hand as a yoga block. So like, honestly that game is good for parties, yoga, AND tarot. The next time someone asks what my spirituality goals it’s to be that game 🤣
I was on lamotrigine and can confirm, still very autistic. (Twice, actually, once for epilepsy and once for bipolar) So I’ve been on high and low doses and medium doses. Still autistic.
My Grandma just referred to her mother (my great-grandmother) as “Hell-on-wheels for everybody” and she’s not wrong, woman is a Narcissist who loves to make others feel bad (my mom wouldn’t let us near the woman, but the stories continue because she won’t kick the bucket)