• hakunawazo@lemmy.world
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    15 hours ago

    Postponing could be tackled with sleep deprivation until the body is so stressed that you can focus on the task. But like a joker it works only once and your body feels like shit for half a week.

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      14 hours ago

      Ah yes, my old frenemy: procrastinate until the anxiety mounts to near-panic, then ride the adrenaline through the hyperfocus tunnel all the way to “job’s done just before it’s too late” Town.

  • Furbag@lemmy.world
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    15 hours ago

    Absurd levels of snacking/grazing throughout the day, copius stimulants and writing/journaling seem to help, although some of those coping mechanisms are self destructive in a way. I need to replace snacking with some gym/martial arts or something so I can feel physically good as well as mentally and I’ll probably be good.

  • BlameTheAntifa@lemmy.world
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    18 hours ago

    That feeling that you are a liar who is always lying to yourself and you are both untrustworthy for lying to yourself and gullible for believing yourself. And little things like failing to get the ten competing but complementary and codependent thoughts out of your head in a way that others understand further reinforces the feeling that you are being deceptive even though you are trying really hard to be as complete and thorough and accurate as possible.

    Stimulants and a reliable support network do help.

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      Relatable!

      Though I have kids now so I’m permanently exhausted. My brain still has no off switch but falling asleep is easier.

      But that sweet sweet sleep of staying up late until I can’t stay awake any longer. Mmm.

      I ended up working as a sound engineer due to my propensity for staying awake later than most other people!

  • BeardededSquidward@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    18 hours ago

    I don’t feel imposter syndrome as much. If anything has come out of this regime, if the most incompetent people you can think of gets to such positions of power and fuck up so horribly, you’re fine in troubleshooting a printer.

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    23 hours ago

    Adderall, weed, music, a whole lot of time outside, and giving as few fucks as possible.

    Medication eases/fixes most of the function-impeding symptoms, which in turn helps with imposter syndrome, etc. The rest is really just self-care.

    As another user pointed out, though, I also stopped trying to “mask” at all.

    Realize that nobody is “normal” and most people are a lot more fucked up than you realize. Almost every single person you interact with on a daily basis has some kind of bullshit going on that makes their life difficult. Depression, anxiety, addiction, financial problems, relationship problems, health issues, you name it. For the most part, people are far too focused on their own shit to care about anyone else’s.

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      17 hours ago

      Aveeno body wash in the sink unless I’m so itchy that a shower is no longer able to be put off

  • Goldholz @lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    1 day ago

    I have come to realise the world is a stage and you decide what role to play. Its all a big improv play. So just go with the flow and dont think too much. Its working quite well

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    I realized how many extra steps I was going through to mask, and that the end product, behavior, was made off wildly wrong assumptions about what people or situations expected of me. And when I realized that, I wanted that fucking time and energy back. I found my own language to describe my own thoughts and feelings and just put that out there. It’s weird and vulnerable at first but my doctor seemed to understand. Meds made space in my brain to learn and unlearn different things. Stimulants helped get through the turmoil of chores. Anti-anxiety made the urge to please quieter. It’s my life, I want to feel good in it, as authentic as possible, as comfortable and natural. I didn’t know the color of my hair, had been dying it for 30 years, that was a nice surprise. Like they said, make the best of this, you should feel good. If something is hard, figure it out so it’s easier from here on forever, think if how good it will feel when the hard thing today is easy. Reduce sugar