My problem has always been that I find breathing too boring to ever manage to focus on it for any length of time.
My problem has always been that I find breathing too boring to ever manage to focus on it for any length of time.
I don’t like it, haven’t really needed it, prefer public transport and have terrible motor skills.
I really enjoyed reading your story. It’s honest about your faults and kind to yourself at the same time. I hope I can find a way to see my own life in a similar way.
I get it, most of my life I’ve had episodes that are more like yours, and my brain just found this and it doesn’t want to let go for a reason. The first couple of months I thought it was the best escape, but once I realized I couldn’t stop, I’ve been despairing. I feel like I’m going mad but more quietly rather than explosively.
Daydreaming. I’m sick of it, but I keep going there.
I don’t see anything mentally unhealthy about what you do, sounds cool.
How about slightly below both but with some solid executive functioning and 0 mood disorders? I’ll take that.