Sapphire

actually hate that the bodys response to anything is nausea. ate too much? nauseous. ate too little? nauseous. an imaginary threat got you scared? be nauseous. on your period? you guessed it. sawed into your hand and need to go to the emergency room? perhaps throwing up into your open wound will be of help

what's the matter honey? you've hardly touched your fleeting experience of time on earth

having moral OCD while being online is hell so here's a reminder that internet hates nuance and none of the people sharing their "takes" know you personally. you're an individual with your own story and feelings that random strangers can't label. you're not evil or disgusting. the lion does not concern himself with those participating in moral olympics

The best way I can think of to explain OCD is that you have a decades-strong hive of brain termites. Once you understand you have a termite problem, you understand they’re everywhere in the house and they’ve infested *everything*—even other mental health challenges. Daily rituals and beliefs you’ve done for years? Brain termites. Autism making you want to get a good grade in friendship? You’ve got brain termites about it telling you you’re satan when you fail. An unexploded trauma ordinance? You can’t use bomb defusing techniques, the bomb is covered in motherfucking termites and you need to fumigate them first. Your most valuable friendships, your most strongly held beliefs, your deepest fears and regrets, you keep pulling down the walls and there’s more. Goddamn. Brain termites. And until you burn them all out you won’t get better (oh, but remember not to get brain termites about hunting for brain termites).

wild having moral OCD while also believing in the inherent goodness of humanity/the necessity for restorative justice, because it’s like: yeah, people are a product of their circumstances. very rarely is anyone truly incapable of change and there’s no such thing as a person who is fundamentally evil. except for me of course.

I see from the notes that we're all havin a normal one 👍

Listen I don't get to decide when the drunk elf that is my executive actually does the functioning but when he does we have a SMALL WINDOW OF TIME before he finds the schnapps again and we're done

yes this exactly

Actually, 'Zelda' is the name of the princess. The guy who runs around smashing everyone's pots is just called 'Zelda's monster'.