does anyone else ever feel guilty for not being mentally ill enough? like your anxiety or depression fucks you up but then you have good days and you’re productive and it’s like, wow clearly I was faking it bc look at me! I’m fine! and then you feel guilty for wasting everyone’s time
This is exactly why mental illness should not be a contest. People should not be guilt tripped into thinking they have to feel bad all the time; it’s extremely anti recovery. It’s okay to get better and it’s okay to have good days.
Tag: me
autism problem #519
when you want to interact with people and people want to interact with you but you just do not have the spoons
me, knowing i will regret this: yeah well that sounds like a problem for future me
future me, in all likelihood: I understand but also fuck you
adults: college 2 expensive??? just apply 4 scholarships!! it’s that easy!! apply to every singl one and u can pay 4 the college, ur just a lazy millennial (:
scholarships: $500 Scholarship, must be grad student majoring in neurobiology, must provide SSN, very large essay, impressive resume, published work and research, birth certificate, organ donor, ran a marathon. also ur competing against 2 million other students, good luck!!
me: why
Me: *gets anxiety making a phone call*
Also me: *feels completely at ease and downright cheerful wandering around unfamiliar city with only vague knowledge of how to get to where I’m going*
autism problem #518
When you lose track of a conversation because the words suddenly stop making sense.
Tag your OC who is a grown-ass person but still sleeps with a bed covered in stuffed animals.
You know the one.
Someone: I need some volunteers to help lift this heavy object
Me, a lazy and weak individual: please don’t ask me please don’t ask me
Someone: I need some big strong men to lift this! You don’t have to help.
Me, filled with irrational feminist rage: wtf i’ll lift that couch up one handed and bench press it
My ocs are the best.
[doesn’t post content about them ever]
befriending me is just basically getting a front-row ticket to my easily-excited ass yelling about everything, always. even if i’m not literally yelling i’m still, in spirit, yelling. that’s the ticket you bought. you didn’t ask for it but you got a backstage pass too, free of charge. welcome to hell
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