What time will Elon spill the tea about tampering with the election results?

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeezis wtf

I'll be 45 in a couple of months. I'm tired.

Me at home comfy and relaxed vs me having to mask in public to avoid the ick comments from the first 25 years of my life "you should smile more" "are you mad at me?" "what's wrong?" So now I reflexively become an over-animated mirror of those around me and omg it's exhausting and I can't turn it off

People need breaks and rest. Without it, we fizzle out and dissappear into the void and can't find our ways back to the people we once were.

I wouldn't have gotten through it without the love and graceful support of my wife, who constantly held me up in my darkest times, who validated my need for rest and isolation while I beat myself up about feeling useless. Without her support I don't think I would have found my way back to myself.

It would take a day or 2 to come out of the haze and exhaustion from that overstimulation. This happened nearly every time we went out to get groceries, so eventually I just stopped going out unless it was absolutely necessary.
I lost my business, my job, my sense of self. I was a husk.

I'm able to go out without the safety of having sensory-dulling things like sunglasses and noise suppressing earbuds. Doing so during my burnout would result in overstimulation and I would have to remove myself from wherever I was and go to the car and collect myself, go home, and rest.

I consider myself mostly out of my burnout now, I've been getting my working memories back over the past 2-3 years, remembering little favorite things again, remembering outfits I loved to wear and different types of meals I loved, rediscovering bits of my personality from before.

that their contracted decorator had purchased from me. It wasn't completely self sustainable or consistent, but I was making a name for myself and painting every day.
But moving took so much out of me I ended up turning into a barely functioning potato for the better part of 5ish years

Before we moved I had my own business, it wasn't like a regular business but I was making art every day, putting on shows in different small galleries, occasionally selling some work. I have 2 large paintings in a bank branch in a nearby town along with work by other local artists

I could not function on any level resembling my former self. I lost a lot of working memory that is still coming back. Things like certain foods I liked to make *poof* gone. My brain had gone into minimal survival mode and archived everything that wasn't critical.

I'm sure they're exhausted but they didn't sit down after the movers left and decided they wanted the world to think they died. I did not want to die, I just wanted to disappear and not be bothered for years after that.

Up to the truck arriving and the crew loading everything up, I had done most of the packing and logistics myself. I don't know how allistic/neurotypical people can do this and just go to work or continue normal life the next day like yeah