Keywords: adhd , autism , executive-dysfunction , executive-function , life , mental-health , writing
If you’ve ever felt caught between perfectionism and passion, or between your neurodivergent wiring and your creative drive — maybe you’ll see yourself in this. Maybe it’ll remind you you’re not alone.
https://executivefunctiontoolkit.com/2025/06/19/building-blogging-and-questioning-it-all
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I know that I will never lose perspective when it comes to how my illness affects her. It’s so important to me that she knows that my symptoms are not her fault, they’re parts of an illness. Our line of communication will always be honest. I want her to feel comfortable coming to me with questions, and I want to be able to answer as best as I can.
https://manic-mama.com/2021/08/03/motherhood
anxiety , bipolardisorder , blogger , coping , depression , family , mentalhealth , mother , ukblogger
Have you ever had an anxiety attack? I have. It’s not a pretty sight. At all! If not, well let me try and explain it to you in the best way I can. Have you ever felt like your head is screaming for you to do something but you can’t physically move? You feel sick with worry, your hearts pounding at a thousand miles an hour and your sweating balls. Breathing? What’s that… you can’t catch your breath back at all. It’s like running at the speed of light and trying to recover afterwards. In that split moment, with all that going on. You genuinely feel like your about to die.
That for me is my explanation of what I feel when I have a panic/anxiety attack. It’s nasty and it takes alot out of you. I’ve had times when I can’t even see people. I LOVE going to the…
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Poem pun bear / bare, life, mortality
I can’t be free
No use to try and save
I’m chained to the life
Of grin and bare it
Upward cheek imprints
On the other side of ignorant
My legs raw bone
Weak and stagnant
My better half be over lo!
My feet become cemented
I aimed to be
The human anomaly
The black sheep
Of wiser men
But my larynx vocal folds repeat
Tape recorder conversations
I hate to see
My staggered dreams
Be exactly that
And stay that way
Until I kiss the bottom of
Limestone gravel
Sand and concrete
Blue blood obsolete
Not too discrete
But still hid it all
Like money in a mattress
Five hundred
Come up
Worthless
Shallow river bottom reverie
Funny Health 