The nice thing about being older and medicated is that I’m more forgiving of myself.
When I was younger, I was more prone to spiraling self-loathing. If I didn’t get things done that I was supposed to do, I would decide that defined me as a person. Hours were wasted on shame and dread.
Now I just do the stuff later. Or ask for help.
Usually.
When I fail …
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