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Cake day: August 26th, 2023

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  • My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…



  • I just keep it to my phone, and have an app timer set for 1 hour +5 minutes. It’s nice if I’m at home, I know it’ll cover my daily walking steps, as I pace donuts around the house, which also gets me off my ass and moving, so when I want to browse Lemmy, I try to do so whilst pacing. Regardless, when I get the notification saying the app will shut down in 5 minutes, I know how long I’ve been on, and kinda do a self-reflective check on how well the time was spent.

    If I’m writing a comment that will take time and attention, though, I often just switch to a note, and copy/paste, cause I’ll work on something like that for much longer, before often deciding not to post anything, at all. (งツ)ว






  • Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like “But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?”

    Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.

    Think I’ll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).


  • I recently made mention of Squishmallows, feeling a little silly, but my brain was on a ramble. I was embarrassed upon adoring the first one, and my spouse helped me learn that I should embrace how much I love the darned thing. We now have a pile of the “Reginald” variety of Squishmallows, that they secretly started collecting when my health began declining, and now I always pack a Reginald or two in hospital go-bags, use multiple sizes for comfort and limb/book propping, and keep them very far away from the pillow-stealing dogs. I just wish they made actual pillows out of the same material!