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โ€œWait, Why Did I Walk in Here Again?โ€ โ€” The Silent Rage of Forgetting Everything and Blaming Yourself for It

I walked into the kitchen and immediately forgot why. So I stood there. Justโ€ฆ stood there. Like maybe the answer would jump out and bite me in the ass. Sometimes it does. Other times I start spinning like a loading screen stuck at 3%, muttering to myself, โ€œNo. I came in here for a reason. We are not leaving until we figure it out.โ€

And then I see the dishes. Maybe thatโ€™s why I came in? Noโ€ฆ but might as well do them, right? But the water jug needs filling first. So I fill that. If I’m going to do the dishes I should grab my cup. So I go to grab my cup โ€” and by the time I get to my room, the real reason I went into the kitchen finally slaps me in the face. I spin around and race back in before I forget againโ€ฆ but itโ€™s too late. Whatever it was is gone. I sigh. I fill my water. I forget the dishes. And the next time I look up, itโ€™s lunchtime and I have nothing to show for my entire morning but frustration, a full water jug, and a brain that feels like itโ€™s made of mashed potatoes.

You already know Iโ€™ve written about executive dysfunction โ€” and this, my friends, is a prime example. Forgetting what you were doing in the middle of doing it? Classic brain chaos.

But the part that really gets me? The rage at myself afterward.

Itโ€™s not just forgetfulness. Itโ€™s that instant gut-punch of anger when I realize Iโ€™ve wasted another 30 minutes chasing my own tail around the kitchen like a confused Sims character. Itโ€™s looking up at the clock and realizing that despite all my effort, I have nothing to show for it. Again.

And I know โ€” I know โ€” this isnโ€™t a moral failure. Iโ€™ve read the books. Iโ€™ve written the posts. But logic doesnโ€™t stop that voice in my head from whisper-screaming:
โ€œWhy canโ€™t you just remember one simple thing?โ€


๐Ÿ“š Youโ€™re Not Broken. Youโ€™re Wired Differently.

Hereโ€™s the thing: this is common for people living with ADHD, bipolar disorder, and fibromyalgia โ€” especially when youโ€™ve got more than one working against you. Weโ€™re out here trying to be productive while our brains are basically running Windows 95 during a thunderstorm.

Let me throw you some validation, science-style:

  • A study in Psychiatry Research (2017) found that adults with ADHD often report intense frustration and self-directed anger after forgetful moments โ€” especially when theyโ€™re trying to keep up with everyday tasks.
  • Another study in Bipolar Disorders Journal (2020) confirmed that even between episodes, people with bipolar disorder experience ongoing memory lapses and cognitive fog, which can trigger shame and feelings of incompetence.
  • Oh, and letโ€™s not forget fibro fog, which isnโ€™t just a cute nickname โ€” itโ€™s real cognitive dysfunction tied to chronic pain and fatigue. Researchers at the University of Michigan linked fibromyalgia with slower information processing, memory issues, and impaired attention โ€” aka, the holy trifecta of โ€œwhy am I like this?โ€

๐Ÿง  Itโ€™s Not a Lack of Effort โ€” Itโ€™s a Lack of Mental Gas

We arenโ€™t failing because weโ€™re lazy or not trying hard enough. Weโ€™re just running on fumes while carrying twenty invisible backpacks full of mental weight.

Sometimes we remember. Sometimes we donโ€™t. Sometimes we get furious with ourselves for not being able to hold all the tabs open, even though the mental browser has clearly crashed and is asking us to send an error report.

And the worst part? We carry that anger all day. It builds. It compounds. It turns into guilt, then into a shutdown. Thatโ€™s the cost no one sees โ€” and too many of us pay it in silence.


When the Tabs Crash โ€“ How to Forgive Yourself for Having a Human Brain

So what do you do when your brain throws a blue screen of death during your breakfast routine?

You donโ€™t white-knuckle it through the guilt spiral, thatโ€™s for damn sure. Hereโ€™s what Iโ€™ve learned (sometimes the hard way) that might actually help when your brain taps out mid-task:


๐Ÿ” 1. Reboot, Donโ€™t Rage

When you realize youโ€™ve just lost 20 minutes chasing nothing, pause. Literally. Sit down. Sip your coffee. Give your brain a hot minute to defragment.


๐Ÿ“ 2. Use External Memory โ€” Sticky Notes Are Your Friends, Not an Admission of Failure

Put a dry erase board in the kitchen. Use a Sharpie on your hand. Talk to yourself out loud like youโ€™re your own helpful assistant.


๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ 3. Anchor the Space

If you forget why you walked into the room, try narrating the space to yourself.


๐Ÿง  4. Remember: Brains Use Energy. Yours Just Uses More.

You wouldnโ€™t blame your phone for dying if youโ€™d been using GPS, streaming music, and checking Instagram at the same time, right? Youโ€™d say, โ€œYeah, that makes sense.โ€ Your brain is the same. ADHD, bipolar, fibro โ€” they all eat cognitive battery life like candy.


๐Ÿ’ฌ 5. Talk Back to the Inner Bully

When that voice says โ€œYouโ€™re useless,โ€ respond with your voice:


๐Ÿ’— Final Words: Youโ€™re Not Alone. And Youโ€™re Not the Only One Forgetting Why You Opened the Fridge.

If youโ€™ve ever felt like youโ€™re the only person yelling at yourself in the middle of the day for forgetting why you walked into a room โ€” youโ€™re absolutely, 100% not.

And if youโ€™ve been carrying that anger, thinking it means you’re weak or broken or lazy?

Let me tell you something:

Let the damn dishes wait. Youโ€™ve got enough on your plate. Til Next time guys, take care of yourselves, and each other.


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Land of Confusion

Well, fuck me sideways, it’s happening again. You know that moment when life decides to throw everything at you at once, like some cosmic game of dodgeball? Yeah, that’s where I’m at right now.ย It’s like my brain suddenly turned into a washing machine on spin cycle, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic mess. Bills, deadlines, family drama, health issues – they’re all doing the conga line in my head, and I’m just standing here like a deer in headlights, completely frozen.ย 

Probably the biggest thing of note, my cat, MY old lady cat Ding (or D or Dingers, depends on who was calling her) we had to have her put down last week. She’d been sick and for the last week she’d stopped eating, and every day I thought I’d wake up to find her passed away in her sleep, but I knew after she quit eating it was HER choice and she chose, she’d had cancer and had started only eating cat treats by the handful. For this reason, she was always ALWAYS by my right hand. She’d been sticking close by me the last few years, if I left her sight she’d come out and LOUDLY inform me that I needed to return postย haste. I can’t tell you how many times since we had her put down that I’ve reached for her. I don’t think I’ll everย stop reaching.

The chaos wasntย ALL terrible. Everyone who knows me knows my love of animals, and Correy is just as bad. One day a week monkeyย goes to school early and Correy was getting out of the car when he heard crying. I thought he was taking a long time as I’d seen him pull up and hadntย come inside yet. He was out of the car just listening. So I listened too and encouraged him to go find the source of the crying. He hoppedย across the street just on a courtesyย glance and lo and behold. This brought a new member into our family then and there. He was maybe 6-8 weeks old andย  as I’m whisperย yelling, WHAT IS IT? And he turned around with that little ball of fluff wasย inย his hands and he looks nearly identical to a cat we used to have that I miss terribly. But I have taken control of him mostly because he can hide in my room, not that he hides, he is the cattiest cat we’ve had in a while veryย playful, but got sick last week, with what I think Ding had, so he’s been to the vet several times already,was all alone on the sidewalk just screaming for us to save him, and we did, his name is Fryday.



ย You’d think with all this shit going on, I’d be a whirlwind of activity, tackling problems left and right. But nope, my brain’s brilliant response is to just… stop. It’s like my mental gears have ground to a halt, leaving me staring into space like I’m trying to decode the mysteries of the universe in my bed room wall.

Nope, still havent found an ideal plan but I came up with a number of new recipe ideas!

ย I know it’s just my brain’s fucked up way of dealing with overload. When there’s too much input, it decides the best course of action is to do absolutely nothing. Thanks, brain. Real helpful.ย So here I am, caught in this ever-circling pit of despair, where thinking about any one problem feels like trying to catch a greased pig. All I can do is breathe and wait for my brain to reboot like some outdated Windows PC.ย 

Seriously guys, I loseย whole days to this, I just sit there thinking of all I have to do, then I’ll turn to look somethingย up, forget what I’m looking up and start down a rabbit hole about the new Reba show and if itsย the same blonde woman as the sassy friend as was in the last show Reba had and itsย time for monkey to get off the bus. I’veย lost the day with nothing to show for it except for some anger and frustration at my own damn brain’s rebellion like a teenager with a bad attitude ‘I DON’T WANNA’. Oh today we have to call the vet and do two loads of laundry and dinner, a light easy day, until I can’t talk on the phone because the words I am looking for won’t come to me so I say ok, well I can do that later, I should start the laundry. Well ok, I’ll do that at the next commercial. Hey that dude in the commercial looked familiar, I’ll google it. Oh shit my showsย back on, I’ll go at theย next commercial’


TWO HOURS LATER


Oh shit I haventย started dinner. I wanted to use up the left over chicken with home made lemon glazed fancy pants thing thats super complicated but googled while high. Well we can’t do the brine today so fuck it, time for pizza..ย 


20 minutes later

Stillย in paralysis in front of the computer refreshing The kicker? I know this is temporary. I know that eventually, my brain will decide to come back online, and I’ll be able to start tackling this mountain of crap one pebble at a time. But in the moment? It feels like I’m stuck in mental quicksand with no way out.ย If you’re reading this and nodding along, congrats! You’re part of the “My Brain Likes to Fuck with Me” club. We meet every time life decides to go batshit crazy. Membership is free, but the emotional toll is pretty steep.ย 

So here’s to all of us stuck in the freeze zone. May our brains eventually decide to cooperate, and may we find a way to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Because sometimes, when everything is going to hell in a handbasket, all you can do is take a deep breath, say “fuck it,” and wait for the storm to pass.ย 

I have no coping strategies or advice, I wish I had the answers. I try andย keep my brain busy. I’m learning Spanish. I’ll bingeย  a show until my brain go fuzzy, or I’ll put both earย buds in and dance like no one is watching (because no one is lol)I’m writing when I can, slowly easing back into school routine. I’m going to work more on the site thisย week. I have two or three ideas thatย I’ve come up with my pettingย andย spoiling D in her final days. I know life goes on. I’ve tried to not ask for help getting through it, I’ve tried to sit with my sadย all contained but some days it ends spilling from my eyes so I’ve hid away, plus getting to know the new guy. But letsย do this, I’m back and I’m going to try to promise to report here once a week even if itsย just ‘this sucks, can’t wait til this part is over’. Til next time gang, take care of yourselves, and each other.

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