A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
no one tells you that your first (hypo)manic episode reaches its peak in a middle school / first year teaching / fresh off a “medical leave”
When you feel the impossible breathing down your neck you’re on the right track.
i don’t know what it looks like from an outsider’s perspective when i sit for twenty minutes staring at a glass of soy milk unable to make myself take a sip.
Like starlight in a Dark Sky city so many twinkling fingertips