The whole process of me selling my little house in this expensive town, so I can buy another one in a much quieter area is rather unsettling.
The bureaucracy is so overreaching and befuddling.
Each time I think progress is being made, something ele comes up, and leaves me anxious. I get a brain fog and have to try really, really hard to be able to unfog things.
Honestly. Something that I would have had no problems with just 5 or 6 years ago, now seems unsurmountable.
I try reading things and it feels like Words are all stuck together and I can't understand what's written.
Then guilt comes, because I feel like I should "just make an effort" and understand what's written.
Could this be a consequence of growing up being forced to mask?
When I was much younger, I always felt like I couldn't tell anyone if I couldn't understand something, so I'd push myself to understand, even if only enough to scrape by.
I so wanted to be perfect like they all were. Still do in many ways, even if I really don't want to. It's hard to join these two sides of me. The one who couldn't care less about what others think, and the one who wishes she could be "normal".
The bureaucracy is so overreaching and befuddling.
Each time I think progress is being made, something ele comes up, and leaves me anxious. I get a brain fog and have to try really, really hard to be able to unfog things.
Honestly. Something that I would have had no problems with just 5 or 6 years ago, now seems unsurmountable.
I try reading things and it feels like Words are all stuck together and I can't understand what's written.
Then guilt comes, because I feel like I should "just make an effort" and understand what's written.
Could this be a consequence of growing up being forced to mask?
When I was much younger, I always felt like I couldn't tell anyone if I couldn't understand something, so I'd push myself to understand, even if only enough to scrape by.
I so wanted to be perfect like they all were. Still do in many ways, even if I really don't want to. It's hard to join these two sides of me. The one who couldn't care less about what others think, and the one who wishes she could be "normal".