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Hello? Is Anyone Out There?

I know politics feels about as appealing as a root canal performed by a drunk squirrel, but hear me out. When it comes to mental health, the shit our elected officials decide can actually make or break someone’s ability to get help without selling a kidney. (This is George’s cousin Tony, and he’d not DRUNK, but he’s not sober, so he’s willing to give you a small discount)

Now, I’m not here to tell you which team to root for in this political circus. God knows they’re all clowns in different makeup. But here’s the kicker: your vote? It’s like a middle finger to the system that’s been treating mental health like that weird cousin no one talks about at family reunions.

Tonight I want to discuss Mental Health, more specifically Mental Health Deserts. No, I’m not talking about some fancy new dessert trend. I’m talking about places where getting mental health help is about as easy as finding a unicorn riding a bicycle. (In fairness we should have taken that pic before Tony shared his hooch and dared her to ride it. She’s MUCH better sober, on a unicycle)

Picture this: You’re struggling with thoughts darker than your coffee, and the nearest therapist is further away than your ex’s emotional availability. Welcome to the mental health desert, where the only thing more scarce than water is a fucking psychiatrist. Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Just go see a therapist!” Yeah, sure, let me just hop in my private jet and fly to the nearest big city. Oh wait, I can’t, because I’m too busy trying to afford ramen noodles this week.

But here’s the kicker: even if you could find a therapist, good luck affording it. It’s like they think we’re all secretly millionaires hiding our wealth in our pillow fort of depression.
So what’s a mentally fucked up person to do in these barren wastelands of sanity? Well, strap in, because I’ve got some ideas that might just keep you from losing your shit entirely:

  1. Hotlines and Crisis Text Lines: For when you need someone to talk you off the ledge at 3 AM. They’re like the Uber of mental health – always there, even if you’re in your pajamas.
  2. Teletherapy: Because sometimes the best therapy happens when you’re not wearing pants. Plus, your therapist can’t judge your messy room if they can’t see it.
  3. Online Support Groups: Find your tribe of fellow hot messes. Misery loves company, especially when that company understands your specific brand of crazy.
  4. Community Health Centers: They might not have fancy leather couches, but they do have people who give a shit about your mental health. And sometimes, that’s enough.

Look, I know it’s not perfect. It’s like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound. But it’s something. And sometimes, something is the difference between making it through another day and… well, not.

We need to make some noise about this shit. Call your representatives, scream it from the rooftops, interpretive dance about it in the town square – whatever it takes. Because no one should have to face their demons alone just because they live in the middle of fucking nowhere.

This election season, while you’re drowning in campaign promises that sound about as reliable as my ADHD medication schedule, take a hot second to think about the poor bastards struggling to get help for their brain gremlins. Your vote could be the difference between someone getting the support they need and being told to “just cheer up” for the millionth time.
So, drag your cynical ass to the polls and vote like mental health depends on it. Because, spoiler alert: it fucking does. Your voice matters, even if it feels like screaming into the void. Who knows? You might just accidentally make the world suck a little less.

Remember, you fabulous fucked up fighters, you’re not alone in this battle. Even if it feels like you’re screaming into the void, know that there are people out there who give a damn. And if all else fails, well, there’s always sarcasm and memes. They’re not FDA-approved treatments, but they’re better than nothing. Stay alive, you magnificent messes. The world needs your brand of crazy. . Now go forth and vote, you magnificent messes. If all else fails, at least you’ll get an “I Voted” sticker to slap over that existential dread.
In the near future I’m going to create a form letter that you can easily adapt for your own Senators, Congress people and representatives. It will make it a little easier to get our voices heard. Now go take care of yourself, and each other!

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Mi Vida Loca (My Crazy Life)

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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The Power of Structure

Alright, you beautiful chaos machines, let’s talk about the magical world of structure – because nothing says “I’ve got my shit together” quite like a color-coded schedule and a to-do list longer than your last therapy session. The Power of Structure: How It Benefits Us Neurodivergent Disasters
Living with a brain that’s wired differently is like trying to navigate a maze blindfolded while riding a unicycle. But fear not, my fellow hot messes, because structure is here to save our collective asses. Let’s dive into why slapping some order onto our chaotic lives might just be the secret sauce we’ve been missing.

  • Predictability: Because Surprises Are Overrated
    For those of us who treat unexpected changes like a cat treats a bath, having a structured routine is like a warm, cozy blanket for our anxiety-riddled souls. Knowing what’s coming next means fewer chances for our brains to play the “What If?” game at 3 AM.
  • Time Management: Or, “How to Adult Without Losing Your Mind”
    Let’s face it, time management for us is like herding cats – theoretically possible, but usually a disaster. A structured schedule helps us pretend we’re responsible adults who don’t lose track of time scrolling through memes for three hours.
  • Focus: Squirrel! …Wait, What Was I Saying?
    Maintaining focus when your brain treats every thought like a new, shiny toy is a challenge. Structure gives us guardrails to keep our minds on track, or at least in the general vicinity of where they should be

  • Emotional Regulation: Because Feelings Are Hard
    For those of us who experience emotions like we’re on an endless roller coaster, having a structured routine that includes “Don’t Have a Meltdown” time can be a lifesaver. It’s like giving your emotions a nice, predictable map to follow.
  • .Independence: Fake It Till You Make It
    Structure helps us pretend we’re functioning members of society who can adult with the best of them. It’s like training wheels for life, but with less scraped knees and more “Holy shit, I actually remembered to pay my bills!”

Implementing Structure Without Losing Your Mind:
Now, before you run off to color-code your entire life, remember that structure doesn’t mean turning into a robot. It’s about finding a balance that works for your unique brand of chaos. Start small – maybe try setting a consistent wake-up time (and by consistent, I mean within a two-hour window). Schedule regular meals, because apparently, we’re supposed to eat more than just coffee and anxiety.
Remember, flexibility is key. Your structured routine should be more like yoga pants than a straitjacket – stretchy enough to accommodate life’s curveballs and the occasional “fuck it” day.

Final Thoughts
Structure might not cure our neurodivergence (and let’s be honest, would we want it to?), but it can make navigating this neurotypical world a bit less like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole while blindfolded and on fire. So embrace the power of structure, you beautiful disasters. Create a routine that works for you, even if that routine includes scheduled time for staring blankly at the wall. Because hey, at least you’re staring at the wall at the designated time, right?
Now go forth and structure the hell out of your life. And remember, if all else fails, there’s always coffee and sarcasm to get you through the day. Hope you beautiful people are all happy and had an awesome weekend, take care of yourself and each other!

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Quiet Mindfulness for the Chronically Unquiet Mind

 If you are anything like me, you are tired of your brain performing a never-ending karaoke of that one lyric you know from the song that topped the charts before you were born on constant repeat (I swear I hit shuffle, the button must be stuck!) Sick of your mind treating bedtime like it’s an all-night rave? Well, folks, step right up to the Insomniac’s Club, where fibromyalgia, ADHD, and bipolar mixed episodes collide in a spectacular display of sleeplessness!

But wait, there’s more! Call now, and we’ll throw in a complimentary course on “Quiet Mindfulness for the Chronically Unquiet Mind”! Yes, you heard that right! For the low, low price of your sanity, you too can learn how to navigate the treacherous waters of pain, restlessness, and mood swings while desperately trying to catch some Z’s.


Order in the next 10 minutes, and we’ll even include our patented “Emotional Roller Coaster Survival Kit”! Don’t delay – supplies are limited, but unfortunately, your symptoms aren’t!


(Disclaimer: Side effects may include sarcasm, eye-rolling, and the sudden urge to laugh hysterically at 4 AM. Quiet mindfulness not guaranteed. Actual sleep sold separately.)

  • Start Small: Begin with 5-10 minutes of deep breathing. It’s like dipping your toe in the mindfulness pool before cannonballing into the deep end of enlightenment.
  • Guided Meditation: Find a meditation guide who sounds less like a soothing forest nymph and more like a drill sergeant for your attention span.
  • Breath Awareness: Count your breaths. Lose count. Start over. Repeat until you either achieve nirvana or fall asleep trying. Or pass out. There are multiple options.

  • Create a Routine: Make mindfulness as routine as your morning coffee. Maybe you’ll remember to do it as often as you forget where you put your keys.
  • Grounding Techniques: When your mind’s doing the Macarena, focus on physical sensations. Like how your butt’s falling asleep from sitting still for so long.
  • Mindful Movement: Try yoga or tai chi. Because nothing says “inner peace” like pretzel-twisting yourself while trying not to fall over.
  • Set Realistic Goals: Celebrate small wins. Did you meditate for a whole minute without planning your grocery list? Gold star for you!

  • Use Technology: Download mindfulness apps. Now you have one more thing to distract you from actually being mindful. Irony, thy name is ADHD.
  • Seek Professional Help: Find a therapist who specializes in herding cats… I mean, focusing ADHD and bipolar minds.
  • Practice Self-Compassion: Be kind to yourself when you inevitably get distracted by a squirrel outside your window. Or was that just me?

Remember, finding quiet mindfulness with ADHD and bipolar is like trying to nail Jell-O to a tree – messy, frustrating, but potentially hilarious. Keep at it, you beautiful chaos machines. Who knows? You might just stumble into enlightenment while looking for your lost shoe. If you find it though, send up a bat signal or something, trail of breadcrumbs so the rest of us can find our way too. Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other!

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Balancing Creativity and Risk

Living with ADHD brings its own set of challenges, from struggling with focus and organization to navigating daily tasks. However, one often overlooked aspect of ADHD is impulsivity—a trait that goes beyond mere spontaneity and can significantly impact decision-making, finances, and relationships. When paired with bipolar disorder and its manic phases, impulsivity takes on an even more complex dimension, swinging between moments of exhilarating creativity and potentially risky behavior. The bounce between the extremes can be exhausting.

ADHD impulsivity is like having a toddler at the wheel of your decision-making process. “Ooh, shiny!” becomes your life motto as you navigate a world full of temptations and distractions. Your bank account? A magical place where money disappears faster than your ability to remember why you walked into a room. Relationships? A thrilling game of “How Many Foot-in-Mouth Moments Can I Have Today?” If you are me, the answer is usually ALL OF THEM. Add bipolar mania to the mix, and suddenly you’re not just impulsive – you’re impulsive with a side of “I can conquer the world in my underwear!”

When bipolar mania crashes the ADHD party, it’s like your brain decided to upgrade from espresso to rocket fuel. Suddenly, every half-baked idea seems like pure genius. “Start a llama farm in the Arctic? Brilliant!” (This sent me on a side quest to see if there were llamas in the Arctic, from what I’m reading, the answer is yes?) Your creativity skyrockets, and for a brief, glorious moment, you’re convinced you’re the love child of Einstein and Picasso.The problem? That fine line between “creative genius” and “holy shit, what was I thinking?” becomes blurrier than your vision after a tequila binge.

In everyday life, impulsivity can lead to financial troubles as individuals with ADHD may overspend on fleeting desires or fail to budget effectively. Relationships can suffer due to impulsive outbursts or decisions that strain trust and communication. Professionally, impulsivity may result in missed deadlines or unfinished projects as focus shifts rapidly from one idea to another. During manic episodes, the intersection of impulsivity and creativity becomes pronounced. Mania is characterized by heightened energy, racing thoughts, and inflated self-esteem—traits that, when combined with ADHD impulsivity, can fuel bursts of creativity and productivity. During these times, individuals may feel invincible, generating innovative ideas and pursuing ambitious projects with fervor and enthusiasm.

Mania can lead to moments of brilliance in artistic endeavors (really! just by sheer volume of things running through my head. its a numbers game, one of them is the magic, we just gotta find it), entrepreneurial ventures, or academic pursuits. The ability to think outside the box and take risks can result in breakthrough innovations and unconventional solutions. Many creative geniuses throughout history are believed to have had traits associated with ADHD and bipolar disorder, harnessing their unique neurodivergent perspectives to reshape art, science, and culture.

However, the flip side of this creative dynamism is the potential for risky behavior. Impulsivity during manic episodes can lead to reckless spending, engaging in unsafe activities, or making decisions with far-reaching consequences. The euphoria and grandiosity of mania may obscure the risks involved, leading individuals to disregard caution and endanger their well-being or the stability of their relationships.

Managing impulsivity in the context of ADHD and bipolar disorder requires a multifaceted approach.

Navigating the Chaos: Tips for the Creatively Unhinged:

  1. Embrace the Madness (But Maybe Wear a Helmet): Your brain’s unique wiring is a superpower and a curse. Use it to create, innovate, and occasionally freak out the normies.
  2. Find Your Kryptonite Crew: Surround yourself with people who’ll admire your genius but also gently remind you that, no, you can’t actually fly.
  3. Therapy: Because Sometimes You Need a Professional to Tell You You’re Not Actually Losing It
  4. Medication Roulette: Work with your doc to find the right cocktail of meds. It’s like playing pharmacological Jenga, but with your sanity! This is one of my most hated things, I do not enjoy this one, because medication wears off, our bodies have minute chemical differences so what works for you might not work for others and vice versa. Sometimes the side effects cancel out the benefits.
  5. Impulse Control Hacks: Implement a 24-hour rule for big decisions. If it still seems like a good idea after a day, maybe it’s not just the mania talking.

Remember, fellow chaotic creatives, you’re not broken – you’re just operating on a different frequency. A frequency that sometimes leads to groundbreaking ideas and other times to wondering why you thought skydiving without a parachute was a solid plan.

So embrace your wild, impulsive, manic-creative self. Just maybe keep the receipts for those 3 AM purchases, yeah? ‘Oh Look! George!’

Disclaimer: This blog post is not a substitute for actual medical advice. Please consult a professional before making any life-altering decisions, especially if they involve llamas or Arctic real estate. Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other!
‘No George, we absolutely do NOT need an Alpaca, I don’t care how good of a deal you can get.’

DAMN IT. Meet Lenny, he’s fancy.

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Memory… All Alone In The MOONLIGHT

Our memories are not just static recordings of events; they are deeply intertwined with our emotions, perceptions, and personal histories. This intricate relationship often leads to a fascinating phenomenon: two people can experience the same event and yet remember it in vastly different ways. This divergence is rooted in the complex interplay of psychology, neuroscience, and personal interpretation. People think of memory like a computer, and you can pull up exactly what happened, exactly how you felt as you felt it, but it’s not, and our brains are weird, which is why the Mandela Effect is a well-known phenomenon where a large group of people remember an event or detail differently from how it actually occurred. This collective misremembering often leads people to believe in alternative memories that contradict factual evidence.

Psychologists and researchers attribute the Mandela Effect to a variety of factors, including false memories influenced by social reinforcement, misinformation, suggestion, and the brain’s reconstructive nature when recalling memories. It’s a fascinating example of how collective memory can be influenced and distorted over time.

I can personally attest to memories being unreliable. I have the most vivid memory; it was a recurring dream that I still have sometimes. My Dad, who died when I was 15, would get up EARLY for work. I have always been an early riser, but I had the bedroom off the kitchen, and I would sometimes hear him in the morning as he got ready for work and chat with him – nothing life-altering, just mundane stuff. I remember hearing him boil water for tea, get the milk out to put in it, hear the spoon clink the mug as he stirred it, then he’d slide it across the counter, silent as he drained his cup. Then I’d hear him push his stool back under the counter and put his mug in the sink, and I’d hear his chain of keys slide across the counter. Then, downstairs, I’d hear the door shut, the truck start, all of it. Still, sometimes I hear it in my dreams and wake up excited to talk to him, 30 years later. One problem: no one else remembers this. In fact, I’ve been told I have remembered nearly every part of it wrong. Apparently, we had a coffee maker, and Dad didn’t drink tea but drank coffee black. So, there is a significant discrepancy in my memory, and I’m clearly mistaken, but to me, it is incredibly real. But it’s not – I’m remembering something that is very loosely based in reality (I did have a bedroom off the kitchen and I DO FOR SURE remember going out in the morning and talking to him; he did for sure have a long chain his keys were on, etc).

You know how sometimes you and your friend remember the same event totally differently? Well, there’s a pretty cool reason for that. Our emotions act like filters for our memories, shaping our experiences. When we’re in a great mood, even ordinary things seem awesome because our happy emotions influence our perception. Conversely, feeling anxious or distracted can make us miss out on the good things around us. For example, at a party, a great time will result in fond memories, while feeling out of place may lead to recalling mostly awkward moments or forgetting most of it. It’s not about one person’s memory being right and the other’s wrong; it’s about how our emotions at the time affect the way we process and store memories. Our brains essentially create personalized highlight reels based on our emotions in the moment.

Now, throw in your personal baggage (we’ve all got it, don’t pretend). Our upbringing, cultural background, past traumas, and even current circumstances all contribute to our cognitive frameworks. Maybe you grew up in a house where yelling meant “I love you,” while your friend’s family communicated exclusively through passive-aggressive Post-it notes. Fast forward to adulthood, and suddenly you’re wondering why they’re freaking out over what you consider a “spirited debate” about pineapple on pizza.

Our brains are as unique as snowflakes, if snowflakes were really into overthinking and occasional existential crises. Neuroscientists have discovered that individuals can have varying levels of activation in brain regions responsible for memory formation and emotional processing. This variability can influence the vividness, detail, and emotional tone of memories, contributing further to differences in recollection between individuals who experience the same event. Some of us have memory centers that work overtime, while others… well, let’s just say they’re more “big picture” thinkers.

And here’s the kicker: every time you remember something, your brain basically plays a game of telephone with itself. Memories are not snapshots but rather dynamic constructs that are reconstructed each time we recall them. During this process, our brains may fill in gaps, emphasize certain details, or alter the emotional tone based on our current mindset and understanding. This phenomenon, known as memory reconsolidation, means that memories can evolve over time, becoming increasingly shaped by subsequent experiences and interpretations. By the time you’re recounting that hilarious story for the hundredth time, it’s probably evolved more than a Pokémon.

So, what’s the takeaway from this neurological circus? First, cut yourself some slack. Your memories are about as reliable as a weather forecast, but that’s okay. Second, maybe ease up on insisting your version of events is the gospel truth. Recognizing that someone’s memory of an event may differ from our own does not invalidate their experience; rather, it underscores the richness and subjectivity of human perception. Empathy, therefore, becomes essential in bridging these differences, allowing us to appreciate diverse perspectives and deepen our connections with others. And finally, next time your friend swears that karaoke night was a smashing success while you’re still trying to forget your off-key rendition of “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” remember: you’re both right, in your own beautifully flawed, human way.

Why do I have this sudden urge to bombard you with a bunch of random facts? Fibromyalgia, bipolar disorder, ADHD—yeah, these guys can really mess with your memory, and not in a fun way. Understanding how these troublemakers affect memory can give us some hilarious insights into the chaos they cause in our daily lives.

In the end, our differing memories aren’t just fodder for heated debates; they’re a reminder of how wonderfully weird and complex we all are. So embrace the chaos, laugh at the inconsistencies, and maybe, just maybe, listen to your friend’s version of events with an open mind. Who knows? Their rose-colored recollection might just brighten up your day. Maybe they have a spare pair of pretty glasses to share, maybe looking at the memory from their perspective would open your mind.
And remember, if all else fails, there’s always security camera footage.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Take care of yourself, and each other (and happy Heavenly Birthday Daddy, love and miss you always)

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Roller Coaster of Rejection: Navigating RSD with ADHD

Alright, you beautiful disasters, strap in for a wild ride through the shit show that is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD) with ADHD. RSD refers to an intense emotional response or pain triggered by feelings of perceived rejection, criticism, or failure. It is commonly associated with conditions like ADHD and is characterized by an extreme sensitivity to perceived interpersonal rejection or negative feedback. This emotional response can be disproportionate to the situation and may manifest as feelings of deep hurt, sadness, anger, or even physical discomfort in response to what others might consider minor or routine interactions. It’s like emotional Russian roulette, but instead of a bullet, it’s loaded with crippling self-doubt and the overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and die. I think to a degree we all fall somewhere in the grey area on RSD, none of us are exactly overjoyed with criticism, but for people with RSD, that critique doesn’t just glance off the ego like a missed catch, it bowls us over like a cannon ball to the gut.

Picture this: You’re strutting through life, feeling like hot shit, when BAM! Someone doesn’t immediately want to be your best friend, and suddenly you’re spiraling faster than a drunk squirrel on a merry-go-round. Welcome to the fucked-up world of RSD, where every minor setback feels like the universe is personally telling you to go fuck yourself. (This is George’s girlfriend Gracie. She likes to get a little bit tipsy)

RSD, or as I lovingly call it, the “Why Does Everyone Hate Me?” syndrome, is like having a superpower you never asked for and definitely don’t want. It’s not just feeling a bit bummed when things don’t go your way. Oh no, it’s a full-on emotional tsunami that leaves you wondering if you should just say “fuck it” and become a hermit in the woods.

The experts (bless their hearts for trying to understand our chaos) reckon RSD is our brain’s way of saying, “Hey, let’s make this bitch suffer!” It’s often found partying hard with its BFF, ADHD, like two drunk frat boys wreaking havoc on your emotional stability. Why? Because apparently, our brains are wired to be drama queens. So next time you’re ugly crying because your cat looked at you funny, remember – it’s not you, it’s your fucked-up neural pathways!

Living with RSD is like trying to navigate a minefield while drunk and blindfolded. You never know when some innocent comment will trigger a meltdown that makes soap opera stars look emotionally stable. But don’t worry, there are coping strategies! Take a deep breath (or chug a glass of wine, no judgment here), remind yourself that not everyone is plotting your demise, and maybe invest in a punching bag for those moments when you need to physically beat the shit out of your feelings.
In conclusion, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria is the uninvited asshole at your emotional party – it shows up unannounced, drinks all your booze, and leaves you questioning your life choices. But hey, it’s a reminder that our brains are wonderfully fucked up, even if they sometimes make us feel like we’re starring in our own personal tragicomedy.So, the next time RSD comes knocking, tell it to fuck right off, grab some popcorn (or tequila), and enjoy the shitshow. Remember, you’re not alone on this batshit crazy roller coaster of rejection. We’re all in this together, you magnificent train wrecks!And that’s a fucking wrap! Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other! (BTW George asked if you’d keep an eye out for Gracie, he lost track of her after she put the lamp shade on her head and started singing Milkshake!)

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More Brain Battles

Folks tonight, in the ‘if I don’t laugh I’ll cry category, welcome to ‘My brain is a sieve and I can’t remember shit’. I know you guys get it, it happens to all of us as we get older, but man you add fibro fog, mania, and ADHD and you’ve got a special kind of mush don’t you? Welcome to the club, where we’re all annoying as hell, but no one’s more pissed off about it than we are!

Let’s start with the classic “I Know Things But Can’t Remember Them When I Need To” syndrome. You know, that delightful phenomenon where your brain is like a squirrel hoarding nuts, except instead of nuts it’s random facts, and instead of finding them when winter comes, they’re lost in the abyss of your mind. It’s like having a library where all the books are constantly rearranging themselves. Fun times! Or how about when you sit straight up in bed some random Thursday at 1:25 in the morning and suddenly someone let the tap that keeps the fun facts all neat and tidy loose and you remember your 4th grade best friend’s dog’s name. Not at all needed or wanted info, but you’ve got that shit at the ready should it ever prove useful.

Then there’s the “I Just Met You And I’ve Already Forgotten Your Name” dance. Oh, the joys of introducing yourself to someone, having a whole conversation, and then realizing you have no clue who the hell they are five minutes later. It’s like your brain has a “delete recent history” button that gets hit every time you meet someone new. Sorry, not sorry, Karen… or was it Susan? Is it awkward to ask the name of someone? How about mid convo? How about for the fourth time? How about when you are so focused on remembering their name that you don’t listen to anything they said because you were too busy committing the name to memory? See? Annoying, well aware, but any way you look at it its going to be awkward so you just gotta pick your awkward lol.

This segues perfectly into our next category “Words Go In But Understanding Takes A Vacation” experience. You know, when someone’s talking to you and you’re nodding along like one of those bobblehead dogs, but your brain is still buffering like a 90s internet connection. By the time you’ve processed what they’ve said, they’re three topics ahead and you’re left wondering if you accidentally time-traveled.

Now, I don’t know the fancy scientific terms for these delightful quirks of cognition. Maybe it’s some flavor of ADHD, a dash of anxiety, or just good old-fashioned “my brain likes to fuck with me” syndrome. Whatever it is, it’s about as welcome as a porcupine in a balloon factory.

The real kicker? We know we’re annoying people. We see the eye rolls, the sighs, the “I just told you this five minutes ago” looks. But trust me, no one is more annoyed than we are. It’s like being trapped in a sitcom where you’re both the bumbling character AND the frustrated audience.

So, to all my fellow memory-challenged, slow-processing, name-forgetting comrades out there, I salute you. We may be annoying as hell, but at least we’re consistent about it. And hey, if people get too fed up with us, chances are we’ll forget about it anyway!

Remember (ha!), you’re not alone in this cognitive clusterfuck. We’re all just doing our best to navigate a world that expects us to remember things, process information quickly, and not look like a deer in headlights during casual conversation. So cut yourself some slack, embrace the chaos, and maybe invest in some name tags.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go figure out who the hell I was talking to earlier and why I have a reminder on my phone that just says “purple elephant banana split.” Notes only work if they make sense people lol. Wish me luck! Til next time, take care of yourself, and each other!

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The Intersection of ALL My Illnesses… Yay…

Buckle up, because we’re about to dive headfirst into the batshit crazy world of navigating bipolar mania, fibromyalgia, and ADHD all at once. It’s a three-ring circus of creativity, pain, and squirrel-like attention spans that’ll make your head spin faster than a fucking top.

Way Down We Go is right!

Let’s start with the highs of bipolar mania, shall we? Imagine your brain as a pinball machine on steroids, ricocheting from one grandiose idea to the next with the force of a supernova. Every neuron is firing PURE GOLD, you’re a veritable fountain of creativity, spewing out ambitious plans and innovative concepts like a deranged Dr. Seuss on crack. The energy is intoxicating, the possibilities endless, and you’re ready to conquer the world with your sheer force of will (and maybe a touch of delusion).

But just as you’re revving up to change the course of human history, fibromyalgia comes crashing in like a drunk party guest, often giving you the coordination of one as well. Suddenly, every movement feels like you’re being stabbed by a thousand tiny knives, and even the simple act of getting out of bed becomes a Herculean feat of endurance. It’s like your body is actively sabotaging your mind’s grand schemes, leaving you to navigate the treacherous waters of creativity while battling a constant companion of pain and fatigue.

And just when you thought things couldn’t get any more chaotic, ADHD decides to join the party, bringing its own special brand of chaos to the mix. Suddenly, your pinball brain is not only ricocheting from one idea to the next but also careening off in a million different directions at once. Focusing on a single task becomes a Sisyphean struggle, as your attention span rivals that of a caffeinated toddler on a sugar high. (I’m really pleased with how that graphic came out. Thats right folks, I pick something for each paragraph and find and customize it myself, I’m a nerd lol)

But fear not, my fellow warriors, for we are nothing if not resilient AF. We may be a hot mess of contradictions, but we’re also a force to be reckoned with when it comes to navigating this twisted labyrinth of creativity and challenges.

First and foremost, self-awareness is key. We’ve got to learn to recognize the signs and symptoms of each condition, so we can manage them like the badass bosses we are. When the mania starts veering towards impulsivity, it’s time to rein that shit in. When the fibromyalgia pain is threatening to derail our productivity, we adapt and conquer.

Next up, we’ve got to embrace our creative outlets while setting some damn boundaries. Sure, we’re bursting with ideas and ambitions, but we’ve also got to break that shit down into manageable steps. Bite-sized chunks of creativity, if you will, that our ADHD brains can actually focus on without getting distracted by the next shiny object that catches our eye.

And let’s not forget the importance of taking care of our physical and mental health, shall we? Proper rest, nutrition, and exercise can work wonders in mitigating the symptoms of both fibromyalgia and ADHD. Throw in some mindfulness practices like meditation and yoga, and we might just achieve a semblance of inner peace amidst the chaos.

But let’s be real, we can’t do this shit alone. That’s why we’ve got to enlist the help of professionals – therapists, specialists, and anyone else who can help us navigate this twisted labyrinth of conditions. They’re like our own personal Sherpas, guiding us through the treacherous terrain of our own minds and bodies.

At the end of the day, living with bipolar mania, fibromyalgia, and ADHD is a fucking testament to our resilience and strength. We’re a bunch of creative badasses who refuse to let our challenges define us. Sure, it’s a wild ride filled with ups, downs, and more twists and turns than a soap opera plot line, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. So let’s embrace the complexity, embody the resilience, and keep on creating our own unique brand of chaos – one delightfully twisted day at a time. Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other!

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The Circus In My Head… A Manic Shitshow of Thoughts…

I don’t hide where I’m at, smack dab in the middle of a mixed episode and HATING my brain SO MUCH. My mania is making me feel like I don’t have a brain in my head, I can’t retain anything. Imagine your brain is a circus, and the clowns are on a fucking bender. That’s what it’s like living with this bipolar bullshit, especially during these delightful episodes. My mind goes into hyperdrive, spewing out ideas faster than a fucking fire hose. It’s a shitshow, I tell ya.

When the mania hits, it’s like someone cracked open a can of crazy in my skull. Thoughts come barreling in like a herd of rabid elephants, trampling over any semblance of sanity. Business plans, artistic endeavors, get-rich-quick schemes—you name it, my brain vomits it out in rapid-fire succession. It’s a damn three-ring fuckery of creativity and chaos.

The ideas keep coming, faster than I can process them. It’s like trying to catch a swarm of angry bees with a butterfly net. By the time I’ve grasped one brilliant concept, ten more have already buzzed off into the ether. Some are pure gold, others are just steaming piles of shit, but who has the time to sort it all out?

In the midst of this mental maelstrom, I inevitably drop the ball. Brilliant ideas slip through the cracks, overshadowed by the constant barrage of thoughts. It’s like trying to pick out a needle in a haystack made of needles. Frustrating as hell, let me tell ya.
Sometimes, I’ll have a moment of clarity, a flash of pure genius that could change the world. But by the time I’ve finished patting myself on the back, that stroke of brilliance has already been flushed down the toilet of my mind, lost forever in the swirling vortex of mania.

So, how do I deal with this shitstorm of thoughts? Well, I’ve tried journaling, but half the time, I can’t even read my own damn handwriting. Routines and schedules? Yeah, right, like that’s gonna tame this wild beast of a brain. Nah, my coping strategy is simple: embrace the chaos, ride the wave of insanity, and hope I don’t drown in the process.

Look, living with bipolar disorder is a fucking rollercoaster ride through the depths of hell and the heights of mania. The racing thoughts are just one twisted loop in this crazy-ass journey. But you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, it’s a shitshow, but it’s my shitshow, and I’m gonna own it with all the creative, energetic moxy and humor I can muster.
So, buckle up, folks, and get ready for the ride of your life. It’s gonna be a wild one, but at least we’ll have a few laughs along the way. And who knows? Maybe amidst all the chaos, I’ll stumble upon the next million-dollar idea. Or maybe I’ll just end up talking to myself in a padded room. Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a fucking adventure. Buckle up! Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other.