I deleted TikTok from my phone the other night. Yes. In the middle of the night. At 2 AM I was lying in my bed scrolling through increasingly worrying videos that were starting to affect me in some serious ways. TikTok’s algorithm was a weapon with the sole intention of opening up old wounds and
A part of what they teach you in any kind of recovery revolves around reclaiming yourself. It’s in the word. Recover. Finding who you were before whatever happened happened. I’m not sure who I was before mental illness. I’m not sure I want to reclaim that person because she was like 5 years old. I’d
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Last weekend I cried because my partner cooked dinner. He usually cooks dinner. I usually don’t cry about it. But this time I had decided I was going to cook dinner. I picked out a recipe I wanted to try, shopped for ingredients and planned my Saturday according to this activity. I spent most of
It’s 2 AM and I’m excited about something again. Historically, that’s when I start making ambitious plans and mistaking obsession for permanent change. This time, I’m trying something considerably less exciting: consistency.
My brain has opinions. A lot of them. Unfortunately, it has taken me a long time to realize that having a thought doesn’t automatically make it true. Maybe the mind is something we can renovate too.
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I’m rebuilding my life. Apparently I decided the reasonable way to do that was publicly, on the internet, under a fake name. Even if nobody else reads this, I think I need somewhere to document the construction.
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