"It was good!"

6.22.26

Reflecting on a conversation I had with one of my doctors today...

(For context, I just got back from a 12 day work trip in Charlotte.)

My doctor asks, how was your trip?

Me: It was really good overall! I realized that being in the lab is still really triggering for me and couldn't stop thinking about how I was lied about and horribly fired from my last job. So that was interesting. My husband and daughter came to visit for a few days, so that was nice. Well, I got pretty sick then too. But that was okay. It was the longest I've been away from by myself. And I had some bad migraines, too, on top of being sick. But yeah, overall went really well!

Y'all.

This is me.

Every day of my fucking life.

I am a very unreliable narrator and I don't even realize it. I simply look over the difficulties as if they're not *actually* difficult and then wonder why the feck I'm so stressed all the time.

I really wonder how much of this correlates with alexthymia / interception issues / neurodivergent crazy brain.