Reported for personal attack 😓

Sometimes I have rare nights when I feel good about myself and the future, so my maladaptive brain has a failsafe to make sure I’m never happy. “Everything is gone forever once you die. Your life has functionally already ended, yet it never began. Every second is of infinite and infinitesimal importance.”

Thanks, brain. Can’t even argue with that one. And you know it’s not helpful either. You’ve just had it beaten into you that it’s dangerous to hope. You’re just doing your job, but I wish you’d find a different one.

How can you do that to me, meme? You are supposed to help me forget, not remember.

At first I thought this meant that playing the board game “Guess Who” is lonely and pathetic and I was like “aww, I like that game” :(