I was writing my diary to empty my brain and my phone autocorrected "I'm so tired of fighting against the tide," to "I'm so tired of fighting against the Tories," and honestly, yeah, that too.

Reminder to my fellow neurodivergents: In a heatwave you're constantly a step closer to being overstimulated. Be gentle with yourself if you feel stressed or short-tempered, it's another straw on the sensory camel's back.

(Can you tell I'm trying to teach myself self-compassion? Is it working yet?)

Every year I tell myself that I might like mince pies now, maybe my tastes have changed, and every single year I discover that nope, I am still not a mince pie person. My brain is the personification of the shocked pikachu face meme.

Spotify Wrapped is less fun when it reminds you of the song you listened to on loop for two months when a friend died.

It's November 22nd, and I cracked - I've dug out my Christmas playlist for the year. I will now be quietly humming them for the next month and a half, oops.