You work as a line cook for a wrap, salad, and panini station in a university food court. You take orders, make small talk, earn tips. Needless to say, you interact with a lot of people day in and day out.
It’s your job to smile.
It’s your job to be pleasant.
Being nice isn’t a problem. Your coworkers are cool, you like to cook, and take care of people. The issue comes in when people mistake your niceness for interest.
There’s a guy who started appearing at your job. Let’s call him Tom. Tom found out where you work…
Hypomania, according to the Harvard Mental Health Letter, is usually described as a mood state or energy level that is elevated above normal, but not so extreme as to cause impairment — the most important characteristic distinguishing it from mania.
Aside from my writing, I don’t make a habit of telling people about my neurodivergence. I like familiarizing others with my personal experiences, especially when so much media gets bipolar wrong. But I also want to protect myself.
I don’t want people in my day-to-day to look at me differently if they already got in their heads that bipolar people…
2.“there are some things that neurotypical people just know or can figure out and that neurodivergent students may need to have a model for”
Definitions from Oxford Languages
The other day my friend asked me about my creative process. And honestly? I couldn’t answer her, not in a few neat sentences anyway. As a person with Bipolar Type 2, my process changes up a lot, thanks to the chemicals in my brain. …
It’s been over a year since we’ve started quarantining, and the ways in which we socialize have changed. I only talk to my friends and family via messenger or voice chat. On the rare occasion when a loved one is in the area, we’ll shuffle with the muscle memory of wanting to hug, only to settle with a wave. And in public, I give a wide berth to anyone, mask or not.
But these are just the big changes. There are details that I’ve come to notice over the course of this year that I’d like to share with you…
You’ve been feeling guilty for still being here, for being alive and safe in your home. You’re fortunate enough to have, food, water, shelter, and a support system.
For a while now, I’ve considered deleting my Facebook account. The thought plagues me before bed. Instead of sleep, I’m hit with a barrage of embarrassing actions I made back in high school. Back then I wore Tripp pants and fishnet shirts and made controversial statements without knowing the full weight of my words while also integrating anime convention lingo in my day-to-day speak. I’m thankful that those days are long buried in the past, available only via the deep recesses of my mind —
Except, not really, because I’ve had my Facebook account for over a decade.
The time for mindless scrolling is over. Back when the quarantine topic first ramped up, my feed consisted of COVID-19 news and memes. But you can’t, nor should, want to joke about the protests, the Black Lives Matter movement and the systemic oppression in our broken society. Now, every post is of weeding out injustice, about raising black and brown voices and contributing to the cause in any way you can.
In such a serious, proactive time with no levity in social media, how do you find ways to recharge? …
What if your work never graces bookstore shelves?
You never get out of that initial draft. You never find an agent who loves your work. A publishing house never picks it up, and you never get that awesome book cover reveal.
“Overnight Success is almost always a myth. Half of the industry is luck, and half is the refusal to quit.”
— Victoria Schwab
I feel like I’ve been spoiled by the accessibility of information in today’s world. I can look up whatever I need and results will pop up on my phone in seconds. …
“If you’re out there and your drifting in space, the one thing that I want to tell you… Is just the thing that I wish someone had been there to tell me, those two nights that I tried [to commit suicide]. It’s the simplest most powerful phrase in the English language I think: I understand how you feel.”
— Oliver Thorn, Suic!de and Ment@l He@lth | Philosophy Tube
I saw myself in a car, stuck in the mud and sinking. Stepping on the acceleration spun the tires out, splattering my surroundings with sludge and grime. …