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Spicy Brain Candy
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Neurodivergent chaos, mental health, and cozy disaster chic. Half meltdown, half masterpiece. Perfect lighting, questionable stability. spicybraincandy.com
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People with depression literally see the world with less contrast.
Colors flatten. Light dulls. Reality fades at the edges.
Memories re-upload every time you recall them — slightly altered.
Your past is slowly becoming fan fiction.
Your brain can produce DMT while dreaming.
Every night is a controlled hallucination.
Stress can rewrite parts of your DNA expression.
So when my great grandkids flinch at notifications, they’ll know who to thank.
The human eye can detect a candle flame 30 miles away.
If only we noticed red flags that well.
Music can synchronize the heartbeat.
You’ve literally been moved by a song.
Laughter increases blood flow and pain tolerance.
Evolution’s version of “keep laughing or die trying.”
You have taste receptors in your gut.
Apparently, your stomach has opinions too.
I crave quiet but panic when I get it.
I’m one minor inconvenience away from becoming folklore.
The more exhausted I am, the friendlier my emails sound.
Every meltdown I don’t have counts as emotional Pilates.
“Take a break” feels like a personal attack.
I’m not tired; I’ve just run out of personality juice.
I mistake adrenaline for energy and then wonder why I’m vibrating.
I’d love to unmask, but customer service hours haven’t ended yet.
Every “you’re so high-functioning” is just applause for exhaustion.
I call it sensory overload; capitalism calls it “open concept.”
Burnout isn’t a phase; it’s my default wallpaper.
My “rest” looks suspiciously like guilt in pajamas.
I’m not difficult. I’m just running a very complicated operating system.
My brain loves starting things. Finishing? That’s for future me, and I hate that person.
Every time I say “I’ll remember that,” I lie beautifully.
I treat deadlines like horror movie jump scares.
My brain files emotions alphabetically under “what the hell was that.”