"bluntly honest" autism but in the sense that i absolutely cannot refrain from complimenting strangers if i like their earrings or their shirt or i think they have a friendly-sounding laugh or i think their art is beautiful or i think the fic they wrote portrays the characters so well. "bluntly honest" doesn't have to mean "mean". i love to tell people things that are kind and also true.
It's not that I don't want to visit, it just wasn't on the list I made in my head
anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy
Sometimes you gotta pick a cat up just to set them back down somewhere nearby. Remind them who calls the shots in your house. Oh you thought you were lying on the floor? Dead wrong fool you're standing on the couch cushion now staring up at me waiting for an explanation. You'll never get it. I'm gone. I'm walking away. I'm already in the next room before you can so much as mutter a confused "meow." later son. you're reexamining your place in the universe all by yourself. Consider my power in a empty living room
This was so slutty of him
Face planting into a fluffy cat after a hard day at work. – Guest Submission
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You know, I know people don’t talk about it often, but self care and healing isn’t always pretty and easy. Sometimes it’s hella messy and slow. Sometimes it’s filled with days where you feel like shit, and seeing someone else doing well makes you feel worse. (Even if you’re truly happy for them, because the brain is a silly thing sometimes.)
And those days can also be where you wanna curl up in a ball, cry, and indulge in the little voice that tells you that “This is it and nothing will get better and/or change. No matter how hard you try or how long you keep at it.”
And it’s days like that where you have to be kinder and gentler to yourself. Even small things like drinking a cup of water, or reading a favorite fic for the hundredth time. But also you have to be tough. You have to tell that little voice “No.” and keeping going. Even if it’s slow and crawling on your belly. You gotta keep trying.
And taking rests is ok. Stopping to catch your breath or have a good breakdown is ok. But don’t quit. And it’s not easy. The voice can be so fucking loud and controlling. It can grab you by the throat and pull you under. But you’re a fighter.
You’ve fought your whole life and you can do it again. And one day, you will be able to fight less. And hopefully will even get moments of no fighting. But for now, you go slow. You take your time. You tell anyone else who yells at you to “Hurry up!” to shut it.
Being the turtle isn’t so bad. And retreating into your shell somedays isn’t wrong. But also remember that shell is armor, and it needs care as well. The cracks need time to heal. And that’s all ok.
Go slow, turtle. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough.
Well this sure hit me like a ton of bricks
May comic! Happy mental health awareness month. 🐝 Comic brought to you by my constant worry that I don’t exist if I have nothing to show for myself.
Advice to my past self: Read about burnout. Stretch. Stand up. Get lunch. Ask for extensions. Get help. Sleep. Take time off if you need to, don’t ask. Take care of yourself.
Sorry to break yall's hearts but this is too well written of a post to not include in here.
