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the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning “this child is clearly queer but let’s hope it goes away”

sensitive, meaning “clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let’s keep going until they grow numb”

mature, meaning “traumatized but let’s ignore that”

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stop. pick up the journal. speak to yourself gently. sit down. have a cup of tea. the world isn't ending even if it feels like it constantly is. what made you upset? how are you feeling? did you hydrate yourself enough today? ate a piece of fruit and watch the sky, soak in some warmth? pick up a random book you want to read and indulge yourself for a moment. better yet, flip it to a random page and read the passage. splash some water on your face, move your legs a little, shake your wrist. i know all you can think of is it's hard, it's hard, it's hard and i will commiserate with you and say that it is. so have some gentleness instead. we all need it. give yourself a taste of it.

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You’re tired. Burnt out. Exhausted. Stressed.

This lowers your capacity for emotional regulation.

You’ll cry more easily. Get dragged into low moods more easily. Simple little things where you’re like ‘dang, that shouldn’t hit so hard,’ will wallop you.

This will trick you into thinking you’re weak and can’t handle life. A loser.

Not so my friend.

It’s a signal that you need a nap, need to allow for more sleep at night, need to prioritize and scale back on what you can accomplish in a day, need to take a mental health day or even a leave.

Something’s got to give.

But!

It’s not your self worth.

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big ole comic about adult ADHD diagnosis + big feelings + making sure childhood me is okay

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I’m just so, so fucking tired of turning on the news and feeling my heart plummet through the soles of my feet. Things are just getting worse, and worse, and worse, and worse, and every time there’s the initial outburst of rage, an outpouring of grief that floods every social media platform, every status, every post, and then time passes and we get used to the New Normal, hating it every minute, every second, joking about it where we can, just so that we get a reprieve from crying and raging about it, and then, just as we think we’ve found our footing with the dreadful way things are now, the rug gets pulled from under our feet again. Except it’s not a rug, it’s the crust of the Earth, and we’re all just falling further down towards oblivion. I’m tired of being shocked every time. I shouldn’t be shocked every time. And still, I’m scared of the time this happens and I’m not shocked any more.

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This is a great response and I am going to use it!

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shout out to all my middle school weird girls who grew up and are still weird but are no longer girls