I spent this weekend actually taking care of the large boxes I horde from deliveries and it feels good to have space again.

— does a completely normal thing I should probably be doing every day —

"What is wrong with me right now??"

Heard.

I’ve recently been functional like this after taking acid two weeks ago for the first time. I’m nowhere near my neurotypical husband in terms of having my shit together, but it really seems to have made getting out of bed and functioning easier.

NGL i don’t know how to interpret that. I don’t know how long this will last, but it’s kinda nice not hating myself.

I hate that mania feels like such a good time. I used to not sleep as a kid bc it made things more fun