#sleep has left me i am caffine

[concernedbrownbread]

Katara traveled the world because she was the last Southern waterbender. She's the one who fought Pakku and stole the waterbending scroll. She brought the Southern Water Tribe back into the world.

Sokka's the one who learned how the North made its buildings and how hot air balloons worked. He brought the world back to the Southern Water Tribe.

That is to say, I'm a Chief Katara truther.

[turtlesandfrogs]

A story in two parts, irony and stupidity:

Part 1: my partner expresses discomfort because of concerns of ground nesting bees/wasps. I say that I'll start doing a quick scan in likely spots, because when I'm not listening to headphones/distracted, I'm really good at spotting nests. Before they get upset enough to sting.

The next day, I've completely forgotten, and am working in a spot that has the characteristics I've noticed ground nesting hymenopterans seem to favor. (That is, fairly bare soil under the dense shade of some shrub). I get stung on my left thumb, and think to myself, hmm, there might be a nest there.

Irony is me telling my partner, don't worry, I'll check for you, and then getting stung myself.

Part 2: it is a week later, at the same property, and I apparently have completely forgotten last week. Once bitten, twice shy apparently does not apply to me.

I am watering the same bush where I got stung last week listening to my music through my headphones, and notice a bunch of wasps flying around. Hmm, I think to myself, I think there's a ground nest there.

I then decide to help the shrub out by putting some mulch around it. Do I do this sensibly, from a distance, perhaps using a shovel, since I've seen the wasps and think they look kinda pissed off? Do I take my headphones out so i can listen and access how angry they are? No, no I do not. Instead I crawl in and spread it by hand.

And promptly get stung on my right thumb.

I'm going to blame this on not sleeping well last night and not drinking enough caffine to compensate, because usually I'm not this dumb. I think I also depend too much on hearing the shift of tone in an angry hive to listen to music while under shrubs.

[peachybowen]

painkiller

pt.5

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pairing: platonic!bucky barnes x stark!reader, platonic!peter parker x stark!reader (maybe turning romantic in future parts)

warnings: Sharon being bitchy, maybe one bad word

A/N: hi! I literally wrote half of this at 5am so if you find any mistakes I’m sorry. Thank u @brandomp4 for helping me again 🥺. love u!

I used google translate for the trigger words so if there are any mistakes I am sorry! 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺

italics = flashbacks

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It's 4 am where I live so imma go to sleep but remember to wash your hands, stay safe and inside! love u! :))

„So you want to tell me, you like Harry Potter more than Star Wars?''

I looked up to see Peter looking at me with wide eyes. We were both sitting on a roof, both in our suits, just overlooking the city. The city was calm. No robberies, no one stealing anyone's bike, there wasn't even a grandma to help over the street so we just said there and talked. Peter had his mask off and his brown curls bounced up and down everytime he moved.

I smiled.

„Yeah Pete. I mean the Star Wars movies are good but Harry Potter movies just hit different you know?''

„Mhh sure.'' he mumbled and I giggled.

„So are exited? You know for homecoming?'' he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

,,Yeah. I mean I have this gorgeous dress I have to show off.'' I stated and looked up at the sky.

,,I just wish Nat could see it.'' I added and continued to look at the sky which has turned into a pretty shade of pink.

,,I'm sure she would love it.'' Peter replied quietly. We both fell into comfortable silence again.

I climbed through my bedroom window and shut it. Then I got changed into my Pajamas which consisted of a white crop top and blue-white checkered shorts. I put my hair into a loose ponytail and left my room to walk into the kitchen.

„Do we have chocolate Strawberries?'' I asked and opened the fridge just to see no strawberries.

„No why would we have chocolate strawberries?''  Bucky asked and raised an eyebrow.

„I don't know but I want some.''

„We have plums.''

I groaned.

„But I want Strawberries.''

„We have Ice cream in the freezer.'' Bucky said and my face lit up.

,,That will do.''

I got my 'Ben and Jerry's' and sat down in front of Bucky.

„So how did patrol go?'' he asked and put his newspaper to the side.

„It was okay. Nothing crazy happened. We just sat on a roof and waited but nothing came.''

„You sound dissapointed.''

I shrugged.

,,I guess I just wanted to let off some steam. School‘s not easy and life isn't peachy either.''

Bucky just nodded and snatched the Ice cream out of my hand to eat some himself.

„I hate PE.'' I whispered to MJ. We were watching Captain America's 'Fitness Challenge' video. Again. 

„But you're doing that shit with ease.'' MJ whispered back and I smirked.

„Thank you. I actually once fought against Steve and won.'' I smiled as the memory played out in my head.

„Don't be too hard on her popsicle.''

„Dad.'' I groaned and rolled my eyes playfully.

„I'm not gonna hurt her Tony.'' Steve assured and looked at me.

,,Ready?''

I nodded.

Steve threw the first punch which I easily dodged. Then it was my time to throw a punch but Steve blocked it. It went on like that for about 3 minutes before Steve made a move I didn't see coming and sent me to the mat. Steve stood above me and held his hand out for me. I took it and was back on my feet again.

,,You tried Y/N.'' Steve said and patted my shoulder.

,,One more time?'' I asked and gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. Those always worked with Steve.

,,One more time.''

And with that, we both got into position again. We both threw punches, dodged and blocked. And then it was my turn to do an unexpected move. I did the move Natasha used on Happy.

Steve obviously didn't see it coming and was sent straight to the ground. I got up and held out my hand.

,,You tried Steve.''

,,That's my girl!'' Tony yelled and clapped. Steve and I just laughed.

„Okay pair up with someone and do what my good friend Captain America just said!'' Coach Wilson instructed and MJ and I instantly looked at each other.

„Looking good, Stark.''

I smiled and continued doing sit-ups while MJ held my feet down.

„See, I told you you could do this with ease.''

I rolled my eyes playfully again and my eyes searched for Peter.

He and Ned were talking about something while Ned was holding Peter's feet down. My attention turned back to MJ as she spoke up.

„Do you think Matt is okay?''

That's when I realized that he wasn't in school.

I nodded.

„Yeah, he probably just has a cold or something.'' I said a bit out of breath.

,,Okay your turn.''

MJ shook her head.

,,No.''

I nodded my head.

,,Yes.''

,,I'm home!'' I exclaimed as soon as I walked through the door.

„We're in the living room!'' Bucky shouted and I threw my bag into a corner before walking into the room. My smile fell when I saw Sharon in the middle of the room. She had something in her hand. I wasn't quite sure what it was but it looked like a file.

„We need to talk.'' she coldly said and handed me the folder. I furrowed my eyebrows and opened the file. There was a small picture of me when I was around 6 or 7. I glanced at Bucky who just nodded so I kept ongoing.

Name: Y/N Stark

Age: 6

Abilities: Telekinesis

Memories: wiped once

trigger words: свет (light), два (two), печь (furnace), пятнадцать (Fifteen), доброкачественный (benign), вдова (widow), один (one), отец (father), дома (home), боль (pain)

I frowned at the words and closed the file.

„And why are you showing me this?'' I asked flatly and looked directly at Sharon.

„Just refreshing some memory.''

I rolled my eyes at her response.

„We need to test if the words still work" she added.

That's when Bucky stepped in

„Hey, that wasn't the plan.''

Sharon turned to look at him.

„It wasn't your plan.'' she simply replied and took the file out of my hands.

,,You are not gonna say these words. I could kill you!'' I stated and tried to maintain calm but in reality, I was pissed.

„I doubt that. We need to make sure that you're not a threat to other people.''

„If you say these words right now, I'll be a threat to you, Bucky and the people walking outside!'' I shot back.

She rolled her eyes.

„Then we will lock you up."

„You know I can move things with my mind right?''

„We will find a place where you can’t-“

Bucky cleared his throat and turned to Sharon.

„Sharon, it's not gonna happen. I'm sorry but you need to leave now.'' Bucky announced and escorted her to the door.

Sharon shot me one last look before Bucky closed the door.

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[pbandjesse]

Today was great. But right now i am exhausted and my head hurts from it. I have the window open and its helping. It doesn't take away from how nice today was. 

I barely slept last night though. I felt like every creaky sound woke me up and i was awake every 15 minutes all night. It sucked. I was just anxious about waking up late or messing today up. But it ended up being fine. 

James woke me up at 8 like i requested. I actually felt fine. I got washed up and dressed and felt really good about my whole look. My makeup and hair and face and clothes. It was just a really high self esteem day. 

We double checked out hiking gear and grabbed caffined beverages and headed out before 9. 

It was a nice drive. James took the way through the park to get to the highway. We listened to podcasts. I had an egg sandwich. I thought the trip was going to be closer to 2 hours but it was barely an hour and a half. We didn't hit any traffic. And it was just a pleasant drive to West Virginia. 

Harpers Ferry was beautiful. The whole area down there was amazing and I had such a nice time looking around. But i was a little stressed. Because we forgot today was a holiday and so there was no parking. But once we got up to the actual park we found out it was free for the day and there was lots of parking up there. No stess! And they had a shuttle bus back down to the town so we didn't have to walk the two miles to the trail. Amazing. 

We were meeting up with James's cousin Eve and her boyfriend Cliff. They got stuck in some traffic so we waited in the car for them after we used the bathrooms. It was surprisingly cold out! I was a little concerned about my comfort level but it was basically good once we started walking. 

It was really nice to see Eve. She's a sweetheart. Her partner was very nice. Once they got there we all headed to the shuttle and honestly. It was weird to be on a bus. But they had half the seats blocked off and were only letting a few people on for the trip down to the town. The bus also had a voice over that gave some info and that was cool. 

The whole day was great though. The town has some historic buildings. They have stuff about John Brown. It's a Civil War area so there was lots of interesting things to see. But we were there for trails. 

You had to walk over the water on a bridge attached to train bridge. People had left love locks on the bridge and it was very sweet. 

I was excited but I'll be honest it was hard for me. Going up hill is just. Really hard. My back would start hurting. My nose would start running. I was seeing stars. I was just having a hard time. It's really. Embarrassing. And I hate holding people up. But I really tried. I just had to keep taking breaks.

We made it to the fork of the trail. After a few breaks. We weren't sure which way to go. The long trail or the shorter one. The group decided on the longer. But after about 5 minutes i sat on a rock and i was just like. I don't think i can make it. I felt so bad. So embarrassed. But they were all nice and said let's go back and we'll go on the other trail. And i was really grateful. And while that trail still had some parts that were hard, it was much easier and I had a much better time. 

We got to the look out and it was beautiful. The town looked like a model from a train set. The colors were beautiful. It was just so nice. We took pictures and crawled around the rocks. Saw big birds. Watched the water. Had a snack. It was great. We sat and enjoyed the view for a little while. But the wind was picking up and we started heading back. 

There was one part that was tough but mostly it was downhill and much easier on me. My socks were hurting me a bit and I would get some little blisters. But it went much better. Until I slipped on a rock. Embarrassing. I also just kind of felt damp and cold. Because i had been overheated but now i wasn't. I will bring an extra undershirt next time. 

We got back down to the town. And enjoyed the views some more. We saw some rock climbers and watched them for a little. Went and got hot chocolate and coffee. Wandered around to see some of the history. I found a railroad spike! It was a lot of fun. 

But soon it would be time to go home. 

We waited for the shuttle. Had snacks. Talked. And once we got back to the cars we exchanged some Christmas stuff. And then it was goodbyes. 

Me and James decided to drive to some other little civil war battle fields nearby just to see them. They were very pretty but both our feet hurt and we didn't want to get out. I was really glad i brought a second pair of socks. 

I was very tired. James was too but he drove and did a good job and got us home before the sun went down. I was so glad to be back here. 

I was cold and tired and sore. But we saw Mr Will and we stopped to chat. He's so sweet. Apparently where we were was 15 minutes away from our landlady Ms Tina. That's cool! She lives in a beautiful place. He also said he has ordered is a new dishwasher so that's pretty exciting. 

We got upstairs and hugged on sweetp. I changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants and James cuddled me for an hour. I wanted to sleep but i also knew that was a bad idea. 

So we just laid there and listened to a podcast. But eventually we both got up. James made dinner. I worked in the studio for a little. Practiced some beading. Made a video. Had a really nice dinner. James made soup. And once my beading was done I skated for a few minutes but my toes hurt to much. So i took a shower and now I'm in bed. I really hope i can sleep easy tonight. Because i start my new job tomorrow. I hope it's fun. 

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves. Be safe! 

[kittyfairyblog]

Oct 27

 Meow this neko boy is having a some what good day today. Meow well today started off really well. I mean I woke up around 11 something and did my usual lunch routine. I had left overs for lunch which was really good. Meow I did my usual routine in taking Kylie outside after I had lunch. After I came back in I did my usual writing in my novel. I was drinking this water drink mix in a bottle that had previously Moutain Dew in it. Anyway this drink mix has caffinee in it. I guess it worked fine yesterday with me drinking the mix after I drank the soda. I was able to go to bed after that last night. Today I felt myself crashing after drinking this water mix. So next time I am really going stray away from having this water mix drink because it picks me up and drops me. I don’t know if this affects them the way it does me. Maybe because I have some ADHD in me it and caffine affects me differently. Meow anyway after that my day has been alright. I had a nap with my dog Kylie on the couch trying to sleep off the crash. It worked a little while but now it is really affecting me right now. I can’t even get around to playing some Animal Crossing. Meow this neko boy is watching some YouTube videos as I write this entry. Well my dad is about to have dinner and go to work in a little bit. I tried to play some Animal Crossing but in the game it is raining like it was yesterday’s game so I didn’t really have any interest in playing. Meow well that’s pretty much it for now. This neko boy might post some pictures after this entry. Meow I tried to download some gif videos from pinterest and well that’s pretty much what I did yesterday. Until later folks bye. 

[titleknown]

Three Fictional Products

Ahoy ahoy, trying not to be late again this time; I’m doing something relatively unusual for my Saturday Night Writing, not as much a drabble as profiles of three products that never existed; but potentially could have.

I’ve been meaning to do this for ages now, but texecutive dysfunction does as it will, and I’ll do it now by gum! These products can be freely used as one sees fit, no strings attached, though credit me; Thomas F. Johnson if you use ‘em in a work. I’d love to see these weird brands show up as recurring themes

So, without futher ado, tonight’s writing is brought to you by the Pink Wind vaccuum, Blue Moon Soda and Circus Cosmetics, after the break!

Pink Breeze- Fidelio as a vaccuum making company was always an unfortunate case. Their cutting edge use of cyclone filters years before Dyson was hampered by numerous manufacturing difficulties and cost-cutting measures and gimmicks to make them consumer accessible that; more often than not; hampered their overall efficiency as cleaning devices and rendered them prone to breaking; though they were supposedly quite efficient if you could get the damn things to work.

And yet, they still squeaked along for years, managing to sell for a shocking amount for a company with only one model of vaccuum still on the market. But, then, there's the one. Known as the "Pink Breeze," it was meant to be a smaller model of cylander vaccuum meant for dusting fragile items, with a soft; adjustable tip on the nozzle; a dial to alter the level of suction and a rounded; curvy shiny pink configuration meant to resemble an item of furniture. Now, while it was possibly better suited for the task thanks to its use of the company's cyclonic filters, most people didn't see the point of such a specialized product. But, for all its qualities; they were high sellers amongst a male demographic, particularly unmarried; single men.

Yes, all of its factors ended up making the vaccuum accidentally perfect for dick-sucking. Unlike other sex toys, it was buyable in mainstream outlets; with only moderate scruitny from the outside world.

Even the products' legendary shoddiness was little issue, as they were cheap thanks to said cost-cutting measures and most of that fanbase were seemingly okay with shelling out for another model. The CEO; however; was oblivious to the reasons for its cult popularity; only seeing the sales figures. And given his legendary stubbornness and tendency towards conservativism, nobody really wanted to tell him.

The R&D team did; however; secretly take that into account when designing other; secondary products in that line to capitalize on its success; though they enjoyed markedly less thereof; and the product's legendarily-sexualized mascot also known as Pink Breeze was notoriously designed as a joke by the marketing team to see how much implications in that regard they could get away with. The answer was; apparently; "All of it."

Which ended up spawning a fetish art subculture of "Vac-Girls," but that's a whole other story.

The company declined though; as even such an evergreen product can only get one so far in the face of their numerous other failures; and the final death-knell that convinced the owners to sell while they were still viable was the bizarre hovercraft-like vaccum model given the name "Sentinel" but notoriously known as "Old Cat-Eater" and "The Executioner's Hood."

But that's a story for another time.

Blue Moon- Legendary soda-developers the Breulen Brothers; one a flavor scientist and another a product designer, are responsible for some of the greatest "cult hits" amongst soft drinks; whether it be the "DIY" Squash Soda or the enigmatic "Liquid Gold" flavoring agent, but one of their less acclaimed projects was the melatonin-based "Blue Moon" soda, with the blueberry flavoring.

The basic idea was, if there are caffinated sodas meant to keep you awake, why not a soda with a similarly-mild sleep aid to help you go to bed? From there the blueberry flavoring and iconic Man-In-The-Moon logo followed. But, there was a problem. The FDA didn't and still does not allow for the usage of melatonin in items marked as "beverages"

However, the marketing team did get around this in multiple ways. Namely; marketing it as a "suppliment," which just so happened to be advertised like a soda; given its own dispenser adjacent to the other drinks; packaged with other sodas; but carefully worded and advertised so that technically they were not selling it as a soda. Of course, the Brothers did not intend this, intending to market it as a separate item; both to avoid possible adverse combinations with other caffinated beverages and also to establish it as its own "thing," a ritual akin to a nightly equivalent of coffee.

It worked for a shockingly long while too; attracting just the right amount of attention to sell well while still skirting legality. Helped it was damned tasty too. And then the news stories started. Specifically, news stories of various car crashes and accidents induced by the sorts of behaviors that happen when one consumes a beverage that makes one sleepy combined with beverages that make one wide awake.

And, like that, the Brothers were thrown under the bus, despite it not being their idea. The charges were dropped, but their careers were never quite the same.

Of course, there was an "accidental" leak of the product's formula; coincidentally on the same week the Brothers left the company for greener pastures; so there is a small but dedicated following that does make its own "homebrew" of the stuff, so it can be found if one knows where to look.

Circus Cosmetics- The label is somewhat inaccurate, as the cosmetics (Ranging from highlighter to mascara to lipstick to even nail polish) come under a number of different names; sold in low-end stores for cheap prices in low-income areas. They're known by that name due to the largest outbreak of their product under that branding in the Detroit area being under that brand; though other prominent names for it have been reported as Harleqin; Big Top; and Scaramouche

They cause bleaching of the skin; swelling and reddening of the lips; nasal tissue; around the eyes; and of the vocal cords and airways, leaving the victims gasping for air with a distinctive honking noise and causing hallucinations due to deprivation of oxygen not severe enough to kill but severe enough to alter brain activity; resulting in erratic behavior during the affliction and often leaving the victims with permanent skin damage and scarring after recovery. The causes have been identified as likely due to either some bacterial agent often found in samples thereof or a common chemical agent in them; though it has been speculated that it may be due to the interaction of both.

The reason for their continued circulation; despite the numerous outbreaks; is that the FDA is unable to regulate the company that produces it due to it having so many shell subsidiaries that it is impossible to find the "true" producers of such things, though many suspect it is also considered low priority due to the impoverished areas in which these products are found. Multiple fringe religious organizations have been found as donors to these shells through other shells; which has troubling implications.

-As a final word, a lot of these product areas are ones in which I am not truly specialized, so if I have evoked a “THAT IS NOT HOW -X- WORKS!” reaction for those more knowlegable in the subject than me, please contact me and tell me how I can spiff it up!-

[katherinebeckett47]

The HOH

I feel like there’s something I need to talk about even if I have no clue where this post is going or where it’ll end up. I should start with the main topic and that’d be my depression and anxiety which isn’t something I talk about with many people, and for a long time, not with anyone. I’ve always been an anxious person. I vividly remember times as a young kid where I’d be so anxious for a field trip that’d I’d fake sick and stay home, even though I’d know I’d have fun. I’m also extremely quiet. My mom has told the story multiple times of how she took me to the doctor when I was a baby because I never cried or complained and she thought something was wrong with me. I was constantly written off as “just shy.” But, internally, I knew the truth. I felt different. All the people laughing with their friends on the playground and here I was sitting on the bench too afraid or “just too shy” to join in. Then I got older and participation became not only highly encouraged but forced. That’s when I decided to home-school myself. Still no one in my family or very-small-almost-non–existent social circle noticed. “Just shy”, I always thought. What does that even mean? Does “just shy” mean that I’ll always feel sick when I see someone interesting that I want to get to know? Does “just shy” mean that I’ll never get close enough to someone and they’ll never know the real me? Will it mean that I’ll struggle everyday to find happiness even though I have no reason to feel unhappy? That’s when I realized I had a serious problem. Anyway, back to present time, or at least say 5 months ago. Back in September of 2016 I started my 1st job at a fast food restaurant. My 1st job at 21. I still didn’t and don’t have a driver’s license, diploma, friends, or things that make me feel accomplished. I had no real social skills when I started working there but I was foolish enough to believe that I could deal with my anxiety and depression on my own. I was very wrong. Not even a week in I was a wreck. Up until this point I’d never told anyone about my problems. Not even my husband, someone I’ve known since I was 12. I decided I needed to talk to him. He’s the love of my life, someone I never want to lose but I wasn’t sure how he’d react. I kept this secret for so long it felt like I wasn’t honest about who I really was but I told him everything. He was exactly how I hoped he’d be. Understanding. He told me he’d try to help the best he can and he definitely did. Honestly, at the time, I didn’t want to be on pills for my depression or anxiety. I felt I had to learn to deal with it. He mentioned essential oils, which do help, but only very slightly and in relaxing situations. Then I noticed that I was getting very depressed. More depressed than I’d ever been. That’s when I started smoking pot and drinking, something I’d never even considered before. I’m not against it in any way but as I said before, I wanted to deal with it naturally and on my own. Anyway, it only got worse. I started smoking before work, being careless. I didn’t care if I got fired. I didn’t care about anything. I felt like I was in a deep fog. Everything looked different and dull. Food tasted bland and I either ate like I was a bottom-less pit or didn’t eat for a day. That’s when the intrusive thoughts started. I’d wake up crying and my brain was telling me to kill myself. I didn’t want to use scissors or knives out of the fear I might snap and hurt or kill myself. I woke up one day and realized I was going to die if I didn’t do anything. I told my husband that I needed to go to the hospital and be admitted. I needed help and it was the 1st time I wanted it. After 2 days of waiting in an ER to be transfered to the psych ward, they finally found a room for me. It was an hour and ½ away from where I lived. I was transferred by ambulance and was admitted at midnight. They showed me my room and I didn’t sleep all night. The morning was rough. I woke up having a panic attack which was made worse by the fact that I had a roommate. I wasn’t comfortable showing that side of myself to my husband for the 9 years we’ve known eachother, let alone a complete stranger. I left the room when she tried to comfort me. I tried to avoid her and everyone else that day but I realized that I had to be here even if it wasn’t the best facility. The first day I tried to go to all the group therapy sessions. Everyone was very nice and immediately introduced themselves. I have a terrible problem judging people before I get to know them. Not how they look but that I think they will judge me or be mean. I learned an incredibly valuable lesson while I was there about that. There are so many awesome people in this world. Flawed yes, but if you give them a chance you’ll learn how to be a decent human. I spent 8 days at the HOH. 8 whole days without a phone, without daily visitation, without electronics other than a TV, and more importantly, no caffinated coffee. There was no choice but to talk to someone. And talk I did, more than I ever had before. On day 1 I talked to the psychiatrist, who was less than friendly to say the least and had the bed-side manner of potato. But I was told he was good with new patients and knew what to prescribe. He prescribed an anti-depressant/anxiety medication. The meds gave me terrible headaches at first but subsided after a couple days. But they helped although I was and still am skeptical. I started getting happier. I was going to the groups everyday and socializing. My favorite was Rec Therapy where you could draw, read, make bracelets, paint, or do anything creative you wanted. But I realized that I was doing everything I wish I could do in life. I was talking about my problems in a crowded room. I was listening to others and realized I’m far from alone even if I still have to remind myself. I had fun. And if I can have fun and be happy while in a psych ward then I could do it. I could make it and I could live. The people I met were amazing. I will never forget any of them. I connected with them on a level I never had with anyome before. I felt normal there which doesn’t really say much about me if I felt normal in a mental hospital. But I don’t care that I’m not normal anymore. I’ve finally accepted it. Let me make it clear that my time there wasn’t easy. It broke me down to my lowest before I could build myself up. I found a reason to live again and that is because the world is a loony place and one big loony bin. If you think for a second that anyone in this world is actually “normal,” you’re far from reality. I only met 15-20 incredible patients at the HOH. Imagine almost 8 billion different people. Different lives. It blows my mind. I have social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, severe depression, and a touch of ADHD. But I want to meet people now. I want to listen and really hear them for the 1st time. It wont be easy. I struggle every day to take my meds and not go back to where I was. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say with this post but I just felt like I needed to write about this. To talk about one of the biggest issues in the world but the least discussed: Mental health. I guess what I want whoever reads all of this to know is that you’re far from alone. Find someone. Someone you know who might understand and talk. And please never stop fighting for yourself. Fight everyday to stay in this universe as long as you can…