Sitting here with what feels like a heavy blanket draped over my brain. It's hard to think. I'm sure to the outside world I just look miserable, people do make a habit of telling me so.
Clinically speaking, I am High Functioning. I can go about my daily life without suffering violent temper tantrums and pillaging villages.
Every now and again I get a friend or relative sending me links to articles or videos to see what I think of them, and I'll admit I usually enter them with a negative bias.
"Why do you always have a Sharpie in your pocket" - Literally everyone, any time I go anywhere. Well guys, it's what it takes to get me through your daily insistence on being obnoxiously normal.
A sensitivity to noise or to light, a feeling of nausea or light-headedness, an inability to concentrate or to reason.