At night when everyone else goes to sleep; fighting sleep because it’s the only time to relax, but knowing you’ll have a horrible day again tomorrow because you won’t get enough sleep but also be awake for 2 hours after finally laying down in bed trying to not fuck it up again tomorrow?
I have set places I’ll put things for this reason. But my brain still fucks it up. Put my phone on the shelf between my folded shirts while I get dressed. Will remember to pick it up there if I do.
But if I put it ON TOP of the folded shirts instead of between the two piles. Well. Fuck me. That’s invisible. And I won’t remember I didn’t pick it up until 20 minutes later.
I’m pretty certain I read before that Dyslexia and ADHD are highly coronated.
Welp, something I’ve been doing without thinking since I was a teenager working as a dish washer. I’ve had back problems since puberty. Stretch marks on my back to this day from growing too quickly.
Me when my wife asks if I ate anything today.