Just so you know, a normal response to a child breaking something is to first check to see if they got hurt and then if they’re old enough make them help clean it up. And then afterwards explaining to them how to avoid doing that in the future. At no point is yelling necessary to make them understand why they shouldn’t do that.
Kifah when Altair pull out some moofs.
" all I can do is take drugs and lie down " 😭😭😭😭
I had a good day yesterday knowing that today I’d be in horrible pain. Well today is here. I cannot sit without severe back pain and that means I cannot work. I don’t deserve this. I just want to be a productive human. My back hurts so badly. 😭 all I can do is take drugs and lie down.
@spoonie-living
Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found
Here are some fun sites
Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics
Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli
Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies
*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*
You’ll be okay, friend <3
Some people just don't understand how validating a diagnosis can be. Like with my parents, they worried that getting a diagnosis would be "letting it define me," and that "there's no point in confirming what we already know." But having a professional sit down and tell you you're not faking or overreacting is so relieving. Of course, there are downsides and not everybody feels the need for one, but if someone wants a diagnosis, listen to them.
it's been about three months since I sleep with bedsheet on because my room is not fully clean yet and in my head it just goes ' can't put on clean sheet incase the time when I start cleaning again happen, then I must change sheet again because of the dust flying in my room. everything must be perfect. no sheet until room clean '
like that train of thought is fucking wack but man don't i agree with it
ADHD be like: I need to do do this task before I go to bed. therefore I’ll stay up all night on my phone because I have no motivation to do the thing but I can’t go to bed unless I do it.
Imagine being a person who experience the world differently and never being believed by anyone and now, that very person experienced shit called executive dysfunction like ah yes, by the grace of the universe this life of mine has blessed me with another enormous humongous jajargous fuck truck that I have to handle all on my own in this weak body which has torn and shreds into nothing but a pile of old dangly swiggly rotting skin
and I AM MORE ANGRY PISSY POOPY because I can TRULY UNDERSTAND that no one would believe me. because executive dysfunction sounds like a huge lie. Like if someone were to tell me that they can't do anything because their brain says ' no ' that it tells me to just ' wait ' .. I would grab the largest harpoon and stick it to their butthole like skewers so they can have a more believable reason that they can truly do no shit
whaAT IS THIS CURSE
ADHD moodboard
I wish I hadn't forgotten all my pain. I want more of myself. I wish my bed was wider so it can fit what has poured out of me when I lay on my sides. I need to look at it and remember even when it’s unsightly. Even if it was the figure in the dark I thought were clothes hanging on the door or piled on the chair. I think I’d cuddle it and hug it close to my chest. I wish my heart isn't too far inside of my skin, I wish I can just have it in my palm. I want to hold it and see what I've hidden in its folds, then flow inside and go to my brain just to look at my heart again. I knew she will keep me safe even when it hurts. I want to go back to myself. I wish I remember
babe. be real with me. if i were a plain little rock on a beach would you pick me up and turn me over in your hand and marvel over how wonderfully ordinary i am. like really take the time to ponder how there isn't necessarily anything special about me but that the very deed of choosing me out of countless other rocks raises me to a precious, almost sacred level of irreplaceability that is only accessible through the act of being seen and loved?