I feel like ass
Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
Some people don’t want to hear this but sometimes accessibility is not sustainable or eco-friendly. Disabled people sometimes need straws, or pre-made meals in plastic containers, or single-use items. Just because you can work with your foods in their least processed and packaged form doesn’t mean everyone else can.
I wish I was at the Dirty Deranged Dungeon For Perverts and not lying in bed sick like a dog
Does anyone else with chronic fatigue feel like you can barely talk to people anymore?? I don't even mean like from a "I'm too exhausted to interact with people" standpoint, I mean like you can barely think of things to keep a conversation moving and end up making random sounds or going silent for super long periods of time to the point where it's unsettling and makes people distance themselves... idk, it almost feels like the worse my fatigue gets, the more lonelier I get because I can barely entertain a conversation and talk
Me lying down: I feel pretty much fine. What am I doing lying around? I should get up and do something. Or at least sit upright, damn.
Me when I’m upright: oh, Jesus. Oh, damn. Oh, RIGHT—this is why I was lying down.
mmm yes perfectly normal!
blogging from the depths of autistic burnout • he/him • adult
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