Do I have ADHD? Or is my mind, when I'm at home, just someone else's? It's impossible that there's always so much internal dialogue , anxiety, and anguish after a day that was completely peaceful ! I woke up at a good time, worked from home (I didn't even have to take a commute), was productive at work, left the house to take care of paperwork that usually takes time, but today was super quick. I had some quality alone time in a cute cafe eating delicious food. Then I met up with dear friends at a museum, chatted, and consumed art in a place I'd never been. I returned home at a good time, to a loving partner. And now I'm here with a weight on my chest , replaying tiny moments, things that I know no one else cared about. Worried about whether the micro-silences between one topic and another were awkward for my friends. Worried about whether the way I reacted to small frustrations regarding the gift I brought home hurt my partner's feelings. Worried abou...

It's funny the wormholes we can fall into if we're unsuspecting surfing on the internet. I bought my first notebook that's REALLY all mine because, u know, I paid for it.  And after about a month of continuous internet access from a computer browser, I remembered that there's a whole world of possibilities far beyond mindlessly feed scrolling through Instagram and TikTok. Some time later, on a normal Thursday night, I decided to organize the "Favorites" folders on my browser. An organization that's impossible on my cphone , considering that I'm chronically addicted to saving things that I never revisit and that remains forever in the limbo of those "Favorites" or "Saved" folders. Recipes (that I won't make), articles (that I never read), movies (that I won't watch), but that sparked my interest when they passed by me on this cybernetic path ,to the point that I felt like I couldn't lose them forever and that not occasio...

For the first time since I became an "adult" (if anyone truly becomes one) I decorated the house for my own birthday. I cleaned, baked and decorated my cake, hung decorations, and welcomed loved ones. It's not the first time I've celebrated my birthday.  But it's been a few years since I truly celebrated. In my childhood, my mom was responsible for organizing bithday partys and inviting my friends.  Now, I can only imagine the weight and anxiety of throwing a party for a child, the responsibility of creating happy memories for a little one . In my pre-teen years, I had groups of friends who, for several years in a row, threw me "surprise" birthday parties.  My birthday coincides with a city festival where I live,  so in my independent teens, I started celebrating with friends, away from my family. For some reason, before the pandemic, I stopped liking the chaos of large crowds, wandering aimlessly, having to meet people in an overcrowded neighborhood, w...