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Mi Vida Loca (My Crazy Life)

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Why My ‘Organized Chaos’ Is Actually a Master Plan (And No, I Don’t Know Where the Plan Is)
Listen up, you neurotypicals and neat freaks. You might look at my desk and think a tornado had a love child with a paper factory, but let me tell you, there’s a method to this madness. Welcome to my world, where ‘organized chaos’ isn’t just a fancy way of saying “I’m a mess” – it’s a damn lifestyle.

The Art of Controlled Chaos
To the untrained eye, my workspace looks like a dumpster fire had a baby with a thrift store explosion. But let me assure you, there’s a system here. It’s like a game of 3D chess, except I’m playing against myself, and I’ve lost the rulebook.

  1. The Pile-Em-Up Principle

In my world, piles aren’t just messy heaps; they’re fucking archaeological digs waiting to happen. Each pile is a time capsule of procrastination and good intentions. The pile on the left? That’s shit I meant to file last year. The middle pile? That’s where dreams go to die. And the pile on the right? That’s where I put things that have mysteriously appeared from the ADHD void and will eventually be sorted by sheer dumb luck or divine intervention.

  1. The Lost-and-Found Game

Finding anything in my ‘organized chaos’ is like playing a twisted version of Where’s Waldo, except Waldo is that one crucial document I need for a meeting in five minutes. The rules are simple: if it’s important, it’s lost. The thrill is in the panic-induced search, unearthing long-lost treasures like that one sock I’ve been missing since Obama was president.

  1. The Mysterious Filing System

I don’t have a filing cabinet; I have a “file-ninja” system. Documents should appear where you least expect them – like in the fridge, under the cat, or in last year’s Halloween costume. It’s designed to keep you on your toes and ensure that you never, ever know where anything is. It’s the ultimate test of memory and how long you can go without having a meltdown.

  1. The Calendar Conundrum

My calendar is a masterpiece of chaos theory. It’s a tapestry of sticky notes, cryptic symbols, and reminders that might as well be written in ancient Sumerian. I have a color-coding system that makes perfect sense… when I’m high on caffeine at 3 AM.

  1. The Perpetual ‘To-Do’ List

My ‘To-Do’ list is longer than the credits of a Marvel movie and just as never-ending. It’s less a list and more a chronicle of good intentions and abandoned dreams. Some items have been on there so long they’ve developed sentience and are plotting a rebellion.

The Illusion of Control
Despite the seeming disorder, there’s a comforting illusion that I’ve got my shit together. Each misplaced item and chaotic pile is part of a grander scheme that only I can truly understand – mostly because I made it up as I went along.

Conclusion: Embracing the Clusterfuck
So there you have it: my ‘organized chaos’ is actually a master plan, a dazzling display of ADHD ingenuity. It might look like a disaster zone to the casual observer, but it’s a carefully curated mess that ensures I’m always engaged in the thrilling game of “Where The Fuck Did I Put That Thing?”

Next time someone looks at your desk and asks, “Isn’t that a bit messy?” just smile and say, “Oh, you mean my master plan? It’s a fucking work of art!” After all, in the world of ADHD, the real masterpiece is finding joy in the journey of organized chaos – and occasionally finding that one thing you’ve been looking for for three months.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go reorganize my piles. Or maybe take a nap. Whichever I get distracted by first. (Its nap, its always nap). Take care of yourself gang, and each other.

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Ok, one of these things has to stop

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Ok, it was fun for a minute. It was. I love when I first start being manic, especially after a long depression. I even like it at the beginning of the mixed episodes, its always helpful to get the bursts of energy and inspiration, but see, that’s generally as far as it gets me. I have used every single one of my spoons this week, hand washed them and used them again faster than I could restock them. I have started a lot of projects, I’ve even finished a few (case in point this website, go me!) but I’m just so wiped out!
But my brain is like’ ‘yeah sleep is cool and all but have you ever thought about having an existential crisis? Like for real, whats its all for?’

I don’t know damn it but I don’t think its a 2 am never sleep again problem.

‘Well it is now bitch, enjoy!’



Then today, I had a big thing planned that I wanted to get done. Do you want to know what got done? I went to feed my cat, before I got all invested in a new project. Opened the closet door and couldn’t remember what I went in there for so on autopilot because I can’t sit still I ripped out my dresser drawers and dumped everything. I rolled up all my underwear in one drawer, my bras into another, then the third I allocated to tank tops.

Side note, serious question, what do you guys put in drawers and what gets hung up? This is the third combo I have tried, I don’t wear socks often so I don’t have a lot of them so they aren’t getting their own drawer. Everything else gets hung up or folded and put on a shelf because I like everything out in the open so I can see whats clean, also sometimes if I don’t see it I forget I have it so I end up buying more of something.

So now, that’s clean why am I complaining? Well because I didn’t get what was originally on the agenda finished, or even started, because once I went off on the adventure of cleaning and rearranging it was a train that could not be stopped.

Then, it happened. I looked up and I was sitting in the middle of my closet, my bed was covered, the floor had piles of clothing I’d carefully picked up and folded, or was in a pile to put on a hanger, everything was going great and I was finding a home for everything and then that’s when I realized, I was just DONE. Like I thought I could seriously pass out right when I was because I had lost all my spoons! Like I started today with a deficit of spoons, which was why I’d planned to do other things, things that didn’t require me to go anywhere or do anything. I have hurt myself a number of ways this week, I just wanted to rest and let my body take a breath.

But it was not meant to be, I was mid-mess! So I finished up, not even going to lie, I didn’t go to autopilot but I certainly did a half assed job of it just to be done with it, which just means now I’ll have to redo it and now my closet IS really messy, because all I could do was throw those stacks of clothes right in there and shut the door, I am leaving it for future me to deal with but the overwhelming exhaustion snuck up on me and ambushed me. I know you can’t tell, but I’m very disappointed in myself.

So mania, I love you, I do, you are a fixture of my soul and I wouldn’t be me without you, but could you PLEASE, PLEASE take a small little rest, not a lot because I’d miss you but a little weekend off so I could finish, like, even just ONE of the projects I started I would be ever so grateful. Or, and follow me on this one, maybe my fibro could ease up for FIVE DAMN MINUTES, then me and my mania could go full out flip the house upside down and inside out and clean everything there is to clean? I would take either/or. In fact how about we turn the pain and exhaustion down to like a seven? I think I could get things done at a seven, ideally it would be a zero or one but you know, begging and choosing and all that. So more content is coming, engaging and thought provoking content, I hope anyway, until then if you need me I’ll be wide awake staring at the ceiling or curled into the fetal position into another mess of my own making lol. Be kind to yourself, and each other!