It’s true. You suck. You really do.
But you know what? I actually (in a sadistic kind of weirdo way) also appreciate and honour you.
I know that when you hang around it means my brain is doing what it’s meant to do. Protecting me really, really well. And if you weren’t here i’d actually be concerned. I mean lets face it, I choose a lifestyle that you love. Let me count the ways…
- I’m a Mum. I’m surrounded by too much noise, too much touch, too much of ALLLL the feels. And I know only too well that my brain prefers the simple life. In fact it was never designed to cope in a world full of all the information I throw at it, so it’s no surprise that when it can’t cope with all the *stuff* you pop in to stop me in my tracks.
- I’m a Working woman. SO. MANY. DECISIONS. Constantly! So many things I need to be on top of all the time – all the executive functions are on overdrive ALL THE TIME! The decision making, the rationalising, comprehending, problem solving, analysing, evaluating, predicting. Brains were not designed to be survival machines not business machines! TOO MUCH!
- I’m Autistic. I didn’t choose it, and honestly I wouldn’t change it, but I know that a neuro-divergent brain is one of your favourite playgrounds. It’s not your fault, when my brain can’t cope she uses you to send me the message to step up my self care. I accept that, and I use it to understand and accept myself.
- I live in the 21st century. Visualise, for a moment, how much information a brain was expected to process 100 years ago. Now picture what a 2017 brain is expected to deal with! Point made.
I understand you anxiety.
I know that you come here for a purpose. To tell me to stop, to remind that something needs to give. To enforce a lifestyle change.
You remind me that my overworked and underpaid brain is not at all coping right now. And for that I’m grateful.
It’s just a pity you suck so hard!
Love, Alli xxxx
(PS. language warning – sorry Grandma xxx)