Dramatic or not, I am tired of feeling this way, and pretending it isn't happening isn't making anything better. So something has to change.
I had a pretty rough week. And changing a few behaviors hasn't eradicated my shame. But it has shown me that I am not completely prisoner to it.
Having auditory processing disorder is like all your conversations take place in some kind of stadium or subway station, even if you're actually sitting in a quiet classroom or even your own living room.
Basically, an LGBTQ+-affirming therapist takes the burden off of you to explain or justify your identity.
This is an ultimate guide, a masterpost full of links regarding every aspect of therapy I could think of.
Surely there are no options outside of insurance, right? Wrong!
The thing about mental illness is that it can act like a giant magnet, completely skewing your internal emotional compass so that it's hard to distinguish between symptoms and regular emotions.
I'm grateful to my terrific therapist, my wonderful husband, my relentlessly supportive friends, and I'm grateful to myself, for doing this difficult work.
I feel like my brain is just constantly processing and coping and that's great, really, my life is so much better now than it was five or even just one year ago because of this, but the result is just constant exhaustion.
How seriously are you supposed to take these kinds of thoughts when you know you don't really want to die, but at the same time, the idea of continuing to exist as your horrible self fills you with dread and rage?