And then sometimes, I have a meltdown where I have to force myself into bed at 4pm just to wake up again at 9pm and be up all night ruminating 🙃
I really don’t think many people can relate to the bone deep isolation I feel from others. Always on the outside looking in. Never truly seen. And each time I try to find belonging/understanding all I find is how quick everyone is to dismiss me. Forever invisible when aching to be seen and belong.
Maybe it’s silly, but I really appreciate when people take the time to compliment something I intentionally picked out that fits my personality/style.
I woke up in a Midnights mood this morning
Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet
“The pain never stops, and the world is unforgiving
but I still wish you were here to watch it burn with me” DGD
“If you want to break my cold, cold heart
just say I loved you, the way that you were…” Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus by Taylor Swift
Feeling happy and blessed today 💖
Knew it would happen eventually given that I work with kids, but I really don’t care for being labeled a “boy” just because I have short hair
I’m just happy it’s Friday
Waking up in the morning might be the hardest part of the day
Not an ounce of relief from the shit show that is life.
It’s a disappointment to Open my eyes in the morning.
I hate it here I hate it here I hate it here
…”What seems conceit, or bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.
You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone” -Miller Williams
I will probably die before I ever see my life and health get better. And no one cares.
I finally met a doctor who didn’t try to gaslight me and actually is helping! (It’s notable to mention that I found this doctor on my own and made the appointment because my primary denied my request for referral to a specialist. Thank god for PPO health insurance.
Mondays are for actors and actresses that had no business being so good in certain roles: i.e., Geena Davis as Mrs. Little in Stuart Little.
And no, not everybody is “a little bit autistic” or “a little bit disabled”. That’s insulting to people who actually are.
I don’t know who needs to hear this..but experiencing invalidation is equivalent to experiencing trauma. Period.
Constantly cycling through grief and anger might destroy me.
I think the worst part about having to do pre employment screenings are that they want you to do a drug screen, which is usually collected via urine sample. So I drink enough to have to pee when I get here, but then they have you wait FOREVER
Listen, I don’t know much about Colin Jost other than I think he’s funny on Weekend Update. BUT, I will tell you ONE thing…he has an amazing tailor and either a) a stylist with good taste, b) has a wife with good taste, c) himself has good taste. The man rocks a suit.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been watching people so closely my whole life…but it’s exactly like when you are watching a movie you have never seen before and know exactly what’s going to happen five minutes in. People are predictable. Just like patterns.
I can do it I can do it I can do it
It’s so fun living in constant fear that the very next crack or pop is going to result in a dislocation 🤦🏽♀️
I have been having the weirdest dreams.
Finally convinced T to grow his hair out and try a mustache. 😻
Everybody check on your group chats. It’s rough out here.
