@sam4000 Glückwunsch zu deinen Fortschritten🙂.
Weiß selbst wie das ist. Man muss jeden Tag dran arbeiten; mal fällt es einem leichter, mal wieder schwerer. Aber die Anstrengung lohnt sich wenn man echte Freunde dabei findet die einem Halt geben!

#mentalhealth #lebensqualitat

@sam4000 Glückwunsch zu deinen Fortschritten🙂.
Weiß selbst wie das ist. Man muss jeden Tag dran arbeiten; mal fällt es einem leichter, mal wieder schwerer. Aber die Anstrengung lohnt sich wenn man echte Freunde dabei findet die einem Halt geben!

#mentalhealth #lebensqualitat

Laute Musik + Stress/Psyche + meine Hochsensibilität + dieses „Wo ist mein Körper gerade im Raum?“-Thema … ist beim Bowling echt hinterhältig. 🎳😵‍💫
Find’s gerade richtig anstrengend – bin aber froh, dass wir nur ~2h spielen. Und dann läuft zwischendurch auch noch Schlager… uff.
Bin auf der Geburtstagsfeier eines guten Kumpels – ich geb mein Bestes.
#Hochsensibilität #Reizüberflutung #Stress #MentalHealth #Neurodiversität #Bowling #Geburtstag #Schlager

Laute Musik + Stress/Psyche + meine Hochsensibilität + dieses „Wo ist mein Körper gerade im Raum?“-Thema … ist beim Bowling echt hinterhältig. 🎳😵‍💫
Find’s gerade richtig anstrengend – bin aber froh, dass wir nur ~2h spielen. Und dann läuft zwischendurch auch noch Schlager… uff.
Bin auf der Geburtstagsfeier eines guten Kumpels – ich geb mein Bestes.
#Hochsensibilität #Reizüberflutung #Stress #MentalHealth #Neurodiversität #Bowling #Geburtstag #Schlager

I am starting to feel better, for the first time in ages I haven’t cried every day this week. Watching self help and care videos and meditating is helping so much, also time spent peacefully alone. Most importantly, strict boundaries with other people. Decided to start batch cooking my work breakfast and lunches like I used to. Also get back to my carnivore diet as my Fibromyalgia and IBS are flaring up from not being as strict with my diet during all this. #MentalHealth #Carnivore

Cynicism is easy, but #hope is brave. Don't be afraid to care. It's the most radical thing you can do in 2025. #MentalHealth #Bravery

https://artsincubator.ca/motivation/hope-vs-cynicism.html

Toxic positivity is a lie, but realistic hope is a strategy. Choose wisely. #mentalhealth #hope #realism

https://artsincubator.ca/motivation/hope-is-not-delusion.html

Vulnerability time again.

So, in the bucket of "semi-innocuous things that can fuck you up for life", I cried this morning after waking from a stupid anxiety dream.

Why? Well strap in...

All my life people have told me I'm attractive (boo-hoo, right?). Which also means, all my life I've had people tell me I'm vain, or shallow, or that I'm using my looks manipulatively. People have also informed me that looks don't last, and that I'd "better have a plan B"¹ for when they inevitably fade.

¹ not that kind of plan B 😑

And, with brains being the lovely little pattern-seeking machines they are, mine condensed this down to "People like/hate you for your looks. If you're not pretty enough, you're worthless; if you're too pretty you're a bad person".

I've written before about my ex-spouse who told me, in a crowded cafe, "people only listen to you because you're fuckable" (this was in response to telling them that two psychologists had favorably reviewed my paper on autism self-diagnostic criteria)

I've also written about how I never really found myself attractive until just recently (thanks therapy, healthy relationships, and Fedi). I recognized that other folx did—or at least said they did, but—with my lifelong history of abuse—I didn't see it. I think it took, at least in part, having a healthy, loving, asexual partner for me to start liking myself in new ways. And, as she said after I told her about the dream this morning, "if I'm using you for your body, I'm doing a really bad job of it" 😋

So what was the dream? It was a pretty basic theater anxiety dream.

I was in a play (playing the male lead, I think), and I'd spent the morning doing my costume and makeup for the part. Someone ran by and let me know I was on in 7 minutes. It was then I realized no one had given me a script, and I didn't know anything about my lines or the play. A perfectly reasonable panic attack ensued, and then I woke up.

Now, I don't usually read into dreams; dreams are my brain's equivalent of DOS6 running defrag. But this one was pretty on the nose.

I had spent all my time trying to look the role, and had completely failed to do the part that matters...and now it was too late—I was the pretty one with no substance.

#Beauty #Dreams #Therapy #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Abuse

Vulnerability time again.

So, in the bucket of "semi-innocuous things that can fuck you up for life", I cried this morning after waking from a stupid anxiety dream.

Why? Well strap in...

All my life people have told me I'm attractive (boo-hoo, right?). Which also means, all my life I've had people tell me I'm vain, or shallow, or that I'm using my looks manipulatively. People have also informed me that looks don't last, and that I'd "better have a plan B"¹ for when they inevitably fade.

¹ not that kind of plan B 😑

And, with brains being the lovely little pattern-seeking machines they are, mine condensed this down to "People like/hate you for your looks. If you're not pretty enough, you're worthless; if you're too pretty you're a bad person".

I've written before about my ex-spouse who told me, in a crowded cafe, "people only listen to you because you're fuckable" (this was in response to telling them that two psychologists had favorably reviewed my paper on autism self-diagnostic criteria)

I've also written about how I never really found myself attractive until just recently (thanks therapy, healthy relationships, and Fedi). I recognized that other folx did—or at least said they did, but—with my lifelong history of abuse—I didn't see it. I think it took, at least in part, having a healthy, loving, asexual partner for me to start liking myself in new ways. And, as she said after I told her about the dream this morning, "if I'm using you for your body, I'm doing a really bad job of it" 😋

So what was the dream? It was a pretty basic theater anxiety dream.

I was in a play (playing the male lead, I think), and I'd spent the morning doing my costume and makeup for the part. Someone ran by and let me know I was on in 7 minutes. It was then I realized no one had given me a script, and I didn't know anything about my lines or the play. A perfectly reasonable panic attack ensued, and then I woke up.

Now, I don't usually read into dreams; dreams are my brain's equivalent of DOS6 running defrag. But this one was pretty on the nose.

I had spent all my time trying to look the role, and had completely failed to do the part that matters...and now it was too late—I was the pretty one with no substance.

#Beauty #Dreams #Therapy #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Abuse

We’ve been away in a cabin holiday for the week and I’ve learned two vital lessons:

1\ I didn’t take my #mounjaro jab as usual on Saturday as the dose gives me a funny tummy for a few days and I didn’t want to ruin the break. And today I’ve been snacking and grazing and buying shit I don’t need and this serves as an excellent lesson that I gotta stay on the jab if I wanted to maintain the #weightloss 😅

2\ I intentionally didn’t bring any #crochet or #knitting so I’ve been reading loads (and playing lots of Switch 2) but I find my mind wandering into dark places and thoughts I haven’t had for ages, in fact it’s because my #mentalhealth was rubbish that I restarted knitting after a 10 year hiatus. And again this has served as a reminder just how therapeutic it is to pick up some needles or a hook and get making stuff. It doesn’t matter if the end result is good or not, it’s the process that’s the healer in my opinion 😊

We’ve been away in a cabin holiday for the week and I’ve learned two vital lessons:

1\ I didn’t take my #mounjaro jab as usual on Saturday as the dose gives me a funny tummy for a few days and I didn’t want to ruin the break. And today I’ve been snacking and grazing and buying shit I don’t need and this serves as an excellent lesson that I gotta stay on the jab if I wanted to maintain the #weightloss 😅

2\ I intentionally didn’t bring any #crochet or #knitting so I’ve been reading loads (and playing lots of Switch 2) but I find my mind wandering into dark places and thoughts I haven’t had for ages, in fact it’s because my #mentalhealth was rubbish that I restarted knitting after a 10 year hiatus. And again this has served as a reminder just how therapeutic it is to pick up some needles or a hook and get making stuff. It doesn’t matter if the end result is good or not, it’s the process that’s the healer in my opinion 😊

Cynicism is easy, but #hope is brave. Don't be afraid to care. It's the most radical thing you can do in 2025. #MentalHealth #Bravery

https://artsincubator.ca/motivation/hope-vs-cynicism.html

Doing a #DigitalDetox is so difficult during a staycation, because things to do keep popping up (either stuff that actually needs to be done or things I find to do) that require picking up my phone. That leads to doomscrolling so fast, I don't even catch it.

#MentalHealth

Doing a #DigitalDetox is so difficult during a staycation, because things to do keep popping up (either stuff that actually needs to be done or things I find to do) that require picking up my phone. That leads to doomscrolling so fast, I don't even catch it.

#MentalHealth

I'm so tired. People, I am not interested in reading *blogs* generated with claude, gemini or chatgpt. No, not even ones proofread by AI. Do it yourself. I do not wish to even accidentally click on "one-shotted" dummy projects. Don't show me your AI-generated analysis of anything. Above all, I do not wish to see images/artwork someone prompt created.

I value real content, with all its good and bad quirks, from actual human beings.

Somebody please normalize auto-tagging of AI generated content across all formats - text, images and code so I can blanket ban them from my personal computer.

This is a plead for help I never thought I'll have to make.

#noai #enshittification #writing #bookstodon #reading #books #quotes #quote #cybersec #mentalhealth #adhd #art #cooking #blog #indieweb

The commodification of leisure is a trap we all fell into. There is something pure about keeping your joy offline and unindexed.

This mom gets it. We don't need likes to validate our experiences. I wrote about this previously too.

https://hachyderm.io/@pheonix/115813292699337973

#quoteoftheday #journaling #hobbies #digitalminimalism #books #reading #books #socialmedia #enshittification #capitalism #analog #culture #mentalhealth #adhd #mindfulness