executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.
& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”. it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it.
i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks.
im trying. im trying. please help me get up.
I cannot possibly recommend this fic enough. This destroyed me from the inside out, I cried multiple times man :') it's so fucking beautifully written like I swear this shit altered my brain chemistry. Please read this I beg of you, it is soul crushing in the best way possible and definitely a must-read. This has been added to the permanent library in my brain of fics that absolutely decimated my perception of reality. I will be taking several thousand business days to recover
i drew maybe my most favorite scene in that one fic i wrote hehe it’s a slightly different artstyle, i now remember why i hate greyscale :’)
my baby who was born on the first day of spring
First years getting to know each other thoughts
it's tough to be the strongest sorcerers
please share the emo boy in the luggage rack on the train image
"image" is such a casual word i honestly think this masterpiece belongs in an art gallery for the world to see and appreciate
so come home.
((words by jonny sun))