Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!

(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)

👏*-FAKE-IT-TILL-YOU-MAKE-IT!-*👏

…cries…

Man, every house I’ve lived in had these, except now, not in the one I own. Welp, time to replace all the generic shit with slightly yellowed, swirly faceted acrylic! And at least one has to have a weird crack in it.

Also, just a fantastic show. Feels like time to do a re-watch, being reminded of it, and though I don’t have fancy speakers, I’ll have to pay extra attention to the audio.

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…”

Can confirm, unfortunately. We’re not laughing, but we are relieved.

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

Also anxiety/guilt paralysis mellow…

That whole “windshield” is a Cylon eye, photographed between red light swoops…

I’m always a little ashamed that my brain blorps internally black with anything higher than basic division, but it is visually quite pleasing!

Though, when I look at it for more than a few seconds, am I supposed to see the 3D Klingon Bird of Prey?

Self-medicating ADHD sufferers recommend consuming 3-5 entire pots of coffee a day, and a treat of another 150-300mg before bed

-JoJo intensifies-

I’d buy that for a dollar! Seriously…can I…can I buy it?

Dan-O’s seasoning, particularly the Crunchy. It was worth ordering it on their website after trying the smaller bottles, plus good discounts, and their customer service was wonderfully sweet and human when an order got lost in the mail. It’s maybe a little sage heavy for some, and their different varieties aren’t big variations on the original flavor, but I love it with basically everything. Crunchy goes very quickly in this house. And a separate grocery love, cookie butter Nutpods creamer. Mixing the two is not recommended.

I have a lot of weird food habits thanks to years of eating disorders and just generally being a fucking weirdo, but lately I enjoy mixing a couple tablespoons of raw coconut flour with just enough sugar-free Torani s’mores flavored syrup to give it a cookie dough texture, and a bit of salt. It’s like a bowl of sugar cookie dough my delusional need to stay too-thin doesn’t feel terrible about, and since the artificial sugar and citric acid isn’t a great reaction with my meds, I only have it from time to time. 100% do(n’t) recommend!

Nice! I was in a similar place with having to juggle other conditions and medication changes to be able to take stimulants, which exacerbated the hell out of everything, but damned if it didn’t need to be done for my health, anyway, haha. I hope the beta blockers help!

If you need ask that question, I’m not sure I could offer an answer that may be satisfactory, or relatable to your own experiences (because it most definitely differs)! Though, I know it can come with its own cons for some, it’s fantastic that were able to receive a childhood diagnosis, and don’t feel similarly to adults who grew up with their ADHD symptoms being dismissed to the point that we regularly question our own validity. I have my own [insert sob story here] reasons for why I doubt myself, but no, I don’t doubt my diagnosis.

Whatever hurdles you still have, dear Stamets, I hope you’re able to keep working towards getting meds. Some fiction-worthy circumstances made my own undertaking SUCK, and it took other extreme health trials for me to even tackle the whole process properly in the first place, cause all that stuff made me a pro with “just one more day of this shit, and I can die tomorrow, right?”, but so far it’s been utterly worthwhile. We can all cry, together!