Why does every part of my body feel like I’ve been struck by force , literally for just “Trying”

Life is short. Whack someone with your cane today.

You know the feeling after a night of intense socializing and being surrounded by many people. When you finally get home, ur body feels disoriented, as if it's questioning what just happened, while everything seems blurry and slowed down, leaving u completely frazzled. Like “Did that just happen”?

“Your form and figure ain’t the headline act of your tale, nor the canvas of your reminiscing palette , what counts is the mad, merry dance of living as it spills forth, unashamedly so , as you are”

Tonight will be a unique experience, something I haven’t done in a long time. I’ve booked a bowling activity for our small family group, though Dad won’t be joining, so it’ll just be the three of us.

Allow people to be happy in a way that suits them and not the suited control of expectations that you yourself have difficulty in attending.

You begin to realize, perhaps always have realized, but it hits harder when your father rarely reaches out , not because he needs something or requires your help anymore. His "how are you" is no longer a necessary phrase or concern, as he now has his own focus and priorities.

Be a force for good in the world if you can. After that, be a wrathful sea witch or an avenging shadow of the old forest, or something cool like that.

Thought I was serving chic owlet realness, but this mask is giving me more 'cat got your style' than 'whooo wore it best'

Invisible I feel, So I whisper and squeak, Breathing’s a riddle, hardly unique, Our thoughts tangled like yarn, Suffocation’s charm, yet an open arm. We shuffle, we stumble, We laugh, we rumble, Coping and climbing in a fumbled tumble.

On a Random Note: Say hello to my new chum, a mutant monster dolly, plucked from secondhand charm , haunted, perchance? , Loving it!

Can’t quite put my finger on what to chatter about lately, feels like I’m just a walking montage of mood swings and peculiar musings. I know I’m alive , checked the pulse , but somehow the atmosphere’s off-kilter. Color -call me confuddled!

Can we perhaps commence accommodating women with curves and a bit more shapeliness, rather than that singular size that seems to bear the weight of unrealistic expectations?

I’m writing a tragedy called, "The MRI Tech Told Me To Hold My Breath And Then Left The Room For 3 Hours."

All I need today is cake, maybe a little too much cake, and the sweet satisfaction of giving zero cares about it.

Watching Alex Skyscraper Live on Netflix

Saturday #tarot journalling with @mxfrankduffy.bsky.social s 1st ed Queer Crow Death Magic tarot deck. Journalling doesn't have to be complex, a few mins of bullet points works. Add the date and cards, you'll learn a lot looking back at it.

I find myself yearning for a robust community of queer friends, grappling with the isolation of my current state at 31. This introspective solitude, while providing a certain comfort, seems to encapsulate a sense of stagnation,

Modern Hysteria

While kissing my fidget, I Always say, "Love you, Tinkie , I know you're in there with your daughter."

My extremely elegant son. He's legit just sitting like this, staring blankly, like he forgot what he was doing. My sweet stupid son.

Attempting positivity one millimeter at a time , because inches are too optimistic rn!

It’s another day , yet in my mind that’s like a dreadful scenario for another survival.

COUNTDOWN!! #Traitors

HOSPITAL HELP DESK LADY: You can't miss it. ME: Lady, you have no idea what I'm capable of

I’m having bums tonight!

Semi functional human

When I say ‘I’m easily exhausted by people’ I mean I get tired after making a family on Sims

Sometimes I don’t know what to say, Sometimes I feel my mind has lost its way.

When they say you need stability but it Sounds like stability's the buzzword, but what's that, really? Cos , Haven't exactly been on that ride myself.

I'm not quite sure what I'm doing these days. At the start of the new year, I’ve reconnected with certain family members who have been kind enough to welcome me into their lives yet with certain timelines.

Morning awoke with a loud presence of Anxiety.

Brain’s in a basement, feeling sub-level sedated with a held contradictory threat.

I want cold pizza for breakfast Warm Coke to wash it down Maybe a couple of onion rings Make this meal well-rounded Give me cold pizza for breakfast In a pinch, cold spaghetti'll do But there's nothing in the world that I like better Than eating cold pizza with you.

I think I’ve got more syndromes than friends

“Mental illness is so much more complicated than any pill that any mortal could invent” - Elizabeth Wurtzel

Holly How are you ? , How are you really , doing? :

🌈 the neurodiversity movement is anti-fascist live your truth to drown out their lies 🫶🏻

Who wouldn’t benefit from a Hannah Wilke book. Adore her whole deal.

Here’s your reminder that it’s #MadSkyChat soon at 8pm GMT.

What part of "stop getting sicker" do I not understand

Your daily fortune: Love and waffles are both best when shared.

I keep this print by my bed, a friend sent it to me and it reminds me that a lot of the turmoil today feels unique but it's always a challenge to imagine the future, imagination is what we've got to build with.

Hi everyone. It’s Wednesday, #MadSkyChat day. We chat tonight at 8pm GMT for an hour. All mad and/or Neurodivergent people welcome. Just use the hashtag in every response to join in.

Loathe being trapped in this meat vessel , more rebellion than mobility, channeling all its energy into perfecting the art of exhaustion.

@sarahakin.bsky.social Thinking of you , in held paws and fairy lights.

This isn’t the finale , more like the awkward encore of “eee” that nobody asked for. I knew this song was useful.

The rain is currently sharing a solidarity cry.

How do I unsubscribe from the Chronic Illness of the Month Club?

If I’ve said “huh?” more than 12 times, you can slowly back out of the conversation. I’m also not enjoying myself.