mental health
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America the Cruel
Friends, I am spiraling. This weekend, I wrote 75% of a very bougie, somewhat self-congratulatory (look at me, I can see the man behind the curtain!) post about market manipulation and insider trading. Today, I was going to finish and post that, ready to bask in my safe outrage about irrational candlestick charts and market…
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There is No Such Thing as Bad Weather
I woke up the other morning to rain. The sky was blank pewter, and the skeleton fingers of bare trees reached toward it like weary supplicants. If you’re into weather-related complaints, you could say these days set the definition of dreary. This year, I’ve decided I’m not — into weather-related complaints, that is. I can…
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Stuck Season
October is a sticky month for me, and not because of its glut of Halloween candy. There’s something about the transition out of summer and into fall that puts me into tension — a push of creative inspiration pitted against the opposite pull of mental exhaustion. When these two forces get into full swing, I…
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Who Died and Made You the Legitimacy Police? (A Critique of Diagnostic Gatekeeping)
The other day, I was bumbling around on YouTube and found a (then very recent) video from the I’m Autistic, Now What? channel titled “You’re Not Autistic, You’re Just Privileged.” It was, essentially, a response to two TikToks that were critical of self-diagnosing or people using social media to explore the possibility they might be…
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For New Year’s 2024, I’m Giving Up. And It’s a Good Thing.
I’m trying something new for 2024: giving up. I won’t be making traditional goals this year. Not because I’m defeated, but rather because I’m seeking freedom. For me, 2024 is going to be the year of the anti-resolution, and I’m here for it. I like goals. Writing them out feels good. Planning out how to…
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Everyday I’m Struggling: Burnout Culture and the Neurodivergent Injury of Traditional Work
Work is killing my soul. I know, I know—dramatic, right? But I’m being real: the traditional 8-to-5 is a constant source of unhappiness for me, and I’m tired of pretending it’s not. Quite frankly, it seems like a total scam, this reality of dedicating the next 30 to 40 years of my best daylight hours…
The Multitasking Millennial 