I want a little treat. But it can't be salty, or sweet, or sour, or savory, or soft, or crunchy, or dry. So yeah, that's my brain today.

"Just gotta lock in," I say for the 38th time today, the horrible visage of a Rube Goldberg-esque spreadsheet reflected in my glasses and blood trickling from my nose. (Context: first day back at work today after the holidays)

Heading out of my Demure Era (depressive episode) into my Brat Era (hypomanic episode) but also retaining the option to veer into my Goblin Era (mixed episode). 💪