every day it becomes more obvious that the fact that I moved back to the middle of nowhere voluntarily was a coping strategy for sensory overwhelm and not simply because I hated society
the latter was merely a symptom caused by the former lmao
the worst part about having the official adhd diag is that now whenever I catch myself doing something idiotic the punchline is always the same. 'oh there's just a lot on their mind!' no. you know what's on my mind? that fucking cardi-b/A-ha Mashup from tiktok
did you know you can get gender euphoria at 4:30 in the morning because you saw a blurry version of yourself for 2.5 seconds? coz u sure can buddy, that shit was like a premonition
I had a weird ass dream and everyone in it was treating me like shit and it felt like a nightmare but by the end I lost my shit and told a shitty bus driver to go to therapy
am I becoming less depressed? yes.
am I very quickly approaching 10 grand in various bills that insurance will not cover to do it? also yes.
anyway we live in a hellscape
HELLO THIS IS NOW MY ADDERALL HAS PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE AT 7:10 IN THE MORNING TWITTER ACCOUNT WHERE EVERYTHING I TWEET WILL NOW BE DONE IN THE VOICE OF MR TORGUE
baking bread
(dysphoria)
see myself in mirror with ill-fitting apron on
(dysphoria)
actual pleasant surprises that bring me joy
(dysphoria)
petting my dog
(dysphoria)
cuddling with my spouse
(dysphoria)
being thankful I'm alive
(dysphoria)
it be like this sometimes
AND, if I chopped them off myself, my trip to the doctor so I don't mcdie would finally meet my damn deductible for the year coz all the doctor's appointments and the 5k ER visit sure as hell didn't