major depression is so fucking lame like people built up an expectation of how I am as a person but I’ve been dead since 2021 I don’t exist. I genuinely feel apathetic about everything and everyone and while I don’t feel the crushing despair anymore because I’m on high dose ssri it’s fucking impossible to remember how I felt a day ago, or what I talked about, and to like plan for even a day in advance or do anything I don’t want to do right that second
like I want to say I’m on the mend but the two years I was unmedicated during the pandemic with severe mdd basically lobotomized me, the doc even said that a significant amount of brain cells died, and idk if I’ll ever recover
I don’t feel too bad about it most of the time and can function fairly well but like, there’s still some grief and it pisses me off
If you have speech issues due to brain fog or psychosis or schizophrenia spectrum or intellectual disability or aphasia or whatever reason love you forever. We are not stupid, we are not freaks, we are disabled (if you identify that way) and deserve to be normalized. Speak “strange” forever
-schizophrenic with somewhat constant disorganized speech and writing
where I live, there’s a community of planthoppers that eat the same variety of hostplants, and can be found all drinking sap together in little mixed groups. here’s four of the most common ones:
Metcalfa pruinosa, Flatormenis proxima (Flatidae), Acanalonia conica (Acanaloniidae), Aplos simplex (Issidae). they belong to three related but distinct taxonomic families, so have fairly similar habits and anatomy.
my favorite thing about them, though, is their transformation from nymph to adult! try to guess who’s who from these kids:
