It’s Not Only That She Has A Beautiful Mind, She Also Has A Beautiful Soul.

what did vincent say when he lost his car in the parking lot 

This resonates with me. My brother is disabled and under the purview of MHMR, and I'm well on my way since my psychotic break. We're both POC and I'm gay. I also look Muslim, even though I'm not, but most of this country can't tell the difference between brown people making my visage all the more dangerous to have. I've also been sexually assaulted.

My PTSD says to be terrified. My paranoid schizophrenia is already pretty terrified. My depression is shutting me down. My anxiety will not abate, and has been a constant companion since the debates. Being in public is terrifying. As terrifying as it was to be in Kuwait in 2007, and introduced to Iraqis as American, during the war. (The only time I'm considered American is oversees, go figure.)

I consider myself Texan, born and raised, but I'm never considered a fully fledged person because some facet of my personality is constantly being denied rights, equal treatment, or under threat of those rights being revoked. When these benefits will be taken away, I'll not only lose any security left, but I'll also be viewed as less than a fully formed person because my rights will be nonexistent and the rights I still have will be misapplied and overlooked for not fitting in to any group. And don't get me started on being ignored and mistreated by other minority groups for not fitting in with them.

Please stop excluding disabled people in your posts about minorities who are being affected by the election results. Disabled people in the US are being affected too and we matter.

as a child, i had this really interesting way of dealing with executive dysfunction:

when i needed to do something but did not get the impulse to actually start, i counted to 20.

and at 20, i did the thing.

i started this in order to get me out of bed in the morning, and after a few weeks it was a reliable source of starting impulses. every time i hit 20, i got started. 

somewhere along the way i stopped doing it, because it was weird and nobody else needed to count in order to do stuff.

it makes me wonder, how many brilliant coping skills do we loose or never develop because we live in a neurotypical world and nobody teaches us these things? because we think they’re weird, because we don’t have words for what we’re doing, because they seem to have no place in this world?

I’ve woken up over 10,000 times and I’m still not used to it

I wonder how many people have lay awake at night totally in awe about how stupid they have been … how much they trusted a person who broke them… how they thought they knew someone they clearly didn’t… how happy a person could’ve made them if… how old a relationship would be had it worked out… how long it takes to heal… how do they know hell isn’t this lifetime… how much they love someone… how much they miss someone… how many marks that essay’ll get them… how many more days before it ends… how many people have walked away… how much they’ve changed… I wonder, how many people are awake right now heartbroken, heartless or head over heels. - 4 am thoughts

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Chanda Jog

Astrophysicist Chanda Jog was born on November 7, 1954 in India. Her research focuses on interstellar molecular clouds, evolution and dynamics of interacting galaxies, and theoretical problems in galactic dynamics. Jog works at the Indian Institute of Science, and serves as President of the National Committee for Astronomy in India. She is a fellow of the World Academy of Science, the Indian National Science Academy, and the Indian Academy of Sciences, as well as an active member of the International Astronomical Union.

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•your anxiety has made it difficult for you to voice your opinion

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•your anxiety has made it difficult to ask for help

•your anxiety has made you constantly worry if you are being annoying and wonder if your friends and family are valid relationships or if they just put up with you because they have to

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