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Sometimes lowering your expectations is good for your mental health:

Me before: Gosh it’s a holiday weekend I should be at an outdoor barbecue somewhere with an SO or fiancé on my arm talking about the family we’re going to start after the wedding and I’ll be funny and charming and also 100 lbs lighter in a drop-dead sundress. But I’m not and therefore I have failed at everything ever, have zero worth as a person and will die alone.

Me: *goes through some weird-ass mental health shit, gets some perspective*

Me now: *sitting on the couch in my underwear, happily stoned, browsing the web and pondering what kind of take-out to get after having some kind of kinky, transgressive sex with my best friend* I don’t now about “happiness” but boy wow, intense contentment can be a thing and I have found it.

I’ve had a recurring nightmare for the last 20-ish years that always boils down to the same…

I’ve had a recurring nightmare for the last 20-ish years that always boils down to the same thing: I forgot to take a class in high school and if I don’t re-enroll immediately and take a remedial class or courseload my diploma will be invalidated, which will invalidate my college work and I’ll be unemployable. Inevitably in all iterations of this dream, it’s the end of the year and I have attended no classes and have taken no exams and I’m frantically rushing around trying to figure out how to fix it.

Until last night.

Last night, I marched up to the office and told them I’d had enough of this bullshit jerking me around, I am a 36 year old adult with a full time job, paying her own way and they would be giving me the diploma I had properly earned years ago and not bothering me any more. I hung it on the wall of my office in my mind, and with that symbolic gesture I hope to close the two-decade chapter of “I’m secretly a fake and not very smart,” imposter syndrome that has been dogging me.

Good night, gods bless.

Not sure if the introduction of psych meds has stolen my ability to enjoy anything at all, if it’s…

Not sure if the introduction of psych meds has stolen my ability to enjoy anything at all, if it’s the lack of THC (which I honestly didn’t realize was so useful in keeping my anxiety at a 2 instead of a constant 8) or if my brain has just gone KERPLUNK again.

Whatever the reason, it sucks not being able to do anything without a) panicking about it to the point of not being able to do it/being severely impaired in the doing due to panic or b) having to be so shitfaced drunk to do it I’m a danger to myself (and others).

Nothing about any of this is remotely OK.

And that’s been the story of the last month.  Hurrah.

So last week was basically like getting kicked in the chest repeatedly, spitting out the blood and…

So last week was basically like getting kicked in the chest repeatedly, spitting out the blood and asking for another.

This week has been a little smoother, mentally and workload-wise but today my body completely gave up on me and brought back the vomit-comet of months gone by.  I know when I’m licked.  I tearfully apologized to my coworkers and turned tail for home.

I am going to rest today, I am not going to be eaten alive by anxiety and mania, and I am going to finish this week like a fucking winner if it is the last goddamned thing I do.  

How do people manage to have full and productive lives?  I stg I don’t understand.  I guess not everyone spends the majority of their waking hours fighting against a shitlord brain.  That probably saves a lot of time and energy and stress.  Must be nice.

Things I am really good at:  Character studiesCharacter interactionDialogueWriting body…

Things I am really good at:  

  • Character studies
  • Character interaction
  • Dialogue
  • Writing body language

Things I am pants at:

  • PLOT

Sooooooo… basically these two are going to talk and posture at each other for an unknown amount of pages, probably resolve nothing, and everyone who reads it will say, “That was amazingly written!  …what was it about?”  So I will respond:

“I don’t know the author is dead!!!!!”

And laugh maniacally while I bury myself in a pile of unused outlines.

THIS IS MY DESIGN

Nothing feels good, everything feels bad, it’s a delusional joke to think I might be able to…

Nothing feels good, everything feels bad, it’s a delusional joke to think I might be able to do grad school on top of working full time and trying to keep a lid on whatever’s broken in my brain.

I already pre-ordered a copy of Civil War on Blu Ray, but it’s not coming until the 13th. And yet, I might buy it on Amazon Video just to be able to watch it today because clearly all the options on Netflix, Amazon Prime Video and YouTube are not doing it for me.

I hate this I hate this I hate this. Why brain? It was almost easier when you just wanted to die all the time. At least then I could distract you. Now I can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes and I want to chew the walls. And yet nothing satisfies. Why this?