Lindsey Odom

That’s exactly what I was aiming for 💚

A lot of people tend to have very strong feelings about things like getting a major haircut while they’re in a bad headspace, and I can honestly say…I’m one of them.

I feel strongly that this haircut is awesome. 💅

I’m proud of what I managed to accomplish, despite everything…but I am also listening, now.

I’m stepping down, and stepping away, just a bit.

I love you guys. And I promise, I am making a genuine effort to finally take the time needed to care for myself…and to let others take care of me.

💚 🐿️

I would not have survived the past few years if it weren’t for this community. And I truly might not have survived the entirety of this past weekend if it weren’t for those specific people, who still chose to believe in and support me even as I put them through hell by not being able to listen.

I’m so grateful for the opportunity I had, even briefly, to be a part of a group working to create space at the table for players like me.

And I’m every ounce as grateful to the people who believed—and continue to believe—in me enough to support me before, throughout, and after MC Atlanta.

I finished it, I stopped moving, and as predicted: I am now too drained to try and tune it all out, so…I’m listening now. Even though it breaks my heart to step away from doing everything in my power to support, protect, and uplift the community that has done that for me for so long, I…have to.

I couldn’t let myself, while there were still events on the calendar at which people I love needed my help, or support. While there were still enough things happening that I had the option to never let myself stop long enough to feel the exhaustion land.

But MagicCon is over now.

I finished it.

I’ve been forcing myself forward for months on end because “if I stop, I am failing the people I love” has been playing in my mind on repeat. I never even considered that an alternative belief might be “if I kill myself trying to support the people I love, that will also hurt them. A lot more.”

I didn’t think I was being unreasonable at all, until they asked me, “how do you think that answer would make the people who love you feel, if they heard it?”

I knew the answer, of course, once they asked me. You’ve all been telling me for a long time that I need to rest—I just refused to hear it.

Immediately after MagicCon, I had appointments with my psychiatrist and therapist, who asked me “what would actually have to happen to you to get you to step back? To take a break and rest?”

My honest, instantaneous reply was “I mean, I’d need to have been hospitalized.” And I meant it, even then.

And I did make good on them—at the cost of my body, which screamed my limits at me non-stop whilst I put on a pair of noise canceling headphones to block out the constant refrain of “I can’t keep this up much longer” in my own head.

Commitments now. Rest later.

Forget to define “later.”

Repeat.

The pattern of “cry, collapse, recover, run, repeat” continued all weekend.

My friends accepted I could not be deterred, so instead did their best to support me, feed me, prop me up, and (in some cases, literally) lift me up as I bullheadedly did my level best to make good on those commitments.

@pastaghettii.bsky.social, @sameerjoseph1.bsky.social, and @greensuitgirl.bsky.social kept me company while I regained the ability to stand. Eventually, I got there.

And then I got up again at 7:30am Fri without my narcolepsy meds, since I still can’t safely take them.

Because I made commitments.

I didn’t.

But I went anyway, because I had made commitments.

Thursday evening—the day before MC even started—the worst POTS flare I’ve had since being diagnosed in 2021 literally cut me down in GWCC’s lobby.

Rapid-onset unscheduled floor time, no option to decline, only to recline.

I hoped I’d recover from my new medical complications in time to make it to PAX West as-planned. I didn’t. And I went anyway, because I made a commitment.

I fell apart a bit at PAX as a result, and still learned no lessons. Surely, I could recover from now-two health crashes in time for MagicCon.

When I had my hysterectomy done in July, I hoped that my recovery would be relatively short, and simple…but I prepared for less-ideal outcomes as best I could, because EDS.

But no amount of preparation would have made up for just how much of a turn for the worse my health made post-surgery.

Hi, friends. 💚 It absolutely breaks my heart to have to announce this, but…I told Bobbie it was important to me that I be the one to do so, now that MagicCon: Atlanta has ended.

Earlier this evening, I officially resigned from Birds of Paradise in order to focus on my worsening medical state. 🧵 1/?

Thank YOU for listening to my zero-prep sleepy ramble about her 😅 I’m sure there will be more later, but I still appreciate you following me on the meandering journey to my point. Please accept this cat-tax of Annie for Arahbo comparison as my thanks 🙏 💚 🐿️

Anyway. I’ll stop yammering about her now (in your replies, at least—this will definitely become a thread on my own account later.)

But: thank you for pointing UB’s joys out again, and reminding me that she wouldn’t exist in MTG without it. It’s all too easy to forget that in the shuffle. 🌅🕷️💚

Friends who recognized what she meant brought me her card un-prompted in Atlanta…sometimes in addition to shit they knew I’d need but refuse to ask for, like the LITERAL DUFFEL BAG OF SNACKS that @zakman86.bsky.social brought w/ him from DENVER.

The foil he gave me is hanging in my office now.

How Sun-Spider, the Spider-Verse's first wheelchair-using hero was created From fan art to the movie, Dayn Broder tells us how inventing Sun-Spider was a way for her to become a hero, mobility equipment included

Sun-Spider canonically has Ehlers-Danlos, like me.

She’s a wheelchair user, like me. (Importantly, she’s STILLL a WC user once suited up.)

She’s disabled. She’s fatigued. She’s in pain. And…she’s still a super. A hero. A mirror. And now she’s a CARD.

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The OMG Kitties! SLD is what got me—that Arahbo looks like Annie, which kept me playing long enough to fall in love. But if it hadn’t been Arahbo, it would have been UB: Spider-Man for Sun Spider alone.

That 8¢ card & the deck @pastaghettii.bsky.social built mean the world to me, because SHE is me.

Dr. Jane Goodall filmed an interview with Netflix in March 2025 that she understood would only be released after her death.

Things I do at the LGS:
-teach people pauper
-play games
-talk to friends
Things I don’t do at the LGS:
-pass priority until you explain, in detail, why your misogynistic joke was funny, to the whole table. Nope, you don’t get to swing. Tell me or concede.

I got a new oracle deck yesterday as a treat to myself for….surviving.

It agreed with me. 💚

I was genuinely looking at your discord this morning being like “is jt weird if I message again…” and then I didn’t 😅

A fox on red and white, a mirrored acrylic over teal and blue, and a wave crashing across a green and gold would be excellent homages to @worldsbeyondnumber.bsky.social and also would be instantly purchased by yours truly 😅

sometimes i just have to sing the same five Sarah Bareilles songs a hundred million times because i just have to

they get stuck in my bones. idk.

Title: “The World Needs People with ADHD" (@danidonovan) The world needs people with ADHD willing to stand up, amplify our voices, humanize our struggles, and help others understand how ADHD affects our lives. The world needs people with ADHD who believe their insights can transform workplaces, schools, and the world through empathetic accommodation, instead of forcing people into molds not made for them. The world needs people with ADHD eager to share stories, change perceptions, destroy stigma, and impact the self-worth of millions of struggling children and adults, diagnosed and undiagnosed. The world needs people with ADHD to lead and champion the movement of neurodiversity, so all types of brains feel accepted and loved for who they are, not chastised for what they are not. The world needs people with ADHD to know they’re not alone.

I wrote this in 2019 to remind myself why I was dragging my ass out of bed at 5:30AM to make ADHD comics before work.

Six years later… it still hits.

Happy ADHD Awareness Month, everybody. 🧠🫶🏼

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