a safer way to overshare: project onto a fictional character so hard that sharing your headcanons is basically exposing your deepest secrets, but it’s fine, because no one has to Know
do you ever look at Successful™ people your age and feel like you’re just floating your way thru life like a very bewildered and directionless bumblebee
someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook
me: hah
me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)
me: hey how long will this take
someone: oh like twenty minutes
me: ok
*an hour later*
me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*
someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby
me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*
like.. if you really think about it, a mental illness can embed itself so deeply into your mentality & personality that you may not even realize that it is what’s barring you from doing many things. the first thing you do is blame yourself & thus become even more depressed, but that’s the depression trying to multiply itself. you can’t blame yourself for an illness that quite literally changes your brain and the way you function.
just moving along like everyone else 