Tag: Actually Autistic

Why I’m a curmudgeon… and why I’m happy :)

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Brain Fog

When depression hits, my already-low executive function falls off a cliff. A fog descends and I can't string my thoughts together. I struggle to string words together. There's a specific metaphor hovering at the edge of my mind for the exact feeling of trying to thread a sentence together but, ironically, I can't find the words.