For anyone navigating TBI, burnout, or just trying to function through the fog:
I wrote this as a satirical check-in from a fictional island called BestGuessistan. It’s absurd—but not untrue. If you’re still buffering, that’s kind of the point.
Thank You for Visiting BestGuessistan
A short and completely painless survey for the recently rewired
WendyLC
May 20, 2025
Hi there,
We hope you’ve had time to rest, recalibrate, or at least unpack your emotional carry-on. As part of our commitment to non-linear recovery, we’d love your feedback on your recent stay in BestGuessistan.
Please answer as many or as few questions as your executive function allows. Or just nod and close the tab. That counts too.
1. Upon re-entry, how would you describe your current state?
☐ Rebooting
☐ Still buffering
☐ Overstimulated but optimistic
☐ Considering applying for permanent residency
(If checked, the Ministry of Transition will be in touch.)
2. During your stay, did you feel: (check all that apply)
☐ Seen
☐ Heard
☐ Held
☐ Quietly dissolved
☐ Like maybe you’re not broken—just on a different operating system now
3. What moment stuck with you most?
☐ The square of milk chocolate that healed you just a little
☐ The cup labeled Not Urgent
☐ The fire circle with no talking and no pressure
☐ The yoga dog who stared into your soul, then respectfully looked away
☐ The 1-mph treadmill that applauded your restraint
4. BestGuessistan might be right for someone who…
☐ Still uses a planner labeled Maybe
☐ Needs curated silence more than curated content
☐ Has a favorite yoga dog and no favorite human
☐ Believes buffering is a lifestyle, not a glitch
☐ Thinks plausible deniability should be covered by insurance
☐ Has ever left rehab thinking, That was nice, but I’m still weird
5. Any additional thoughts, dreams, or dissociative revelations?
(Optional, but welcome in any format: haiku, scream, annotated grocery list.)
You may reply to this message, ignore it completely, or fold your answers into a small origami bird and release it into the fog. We’ll find it.
Thanks again for visiting. We hope you’re settling gently back into your timeline. But if not—remember:
The ferry runs whenever you’re ready.
Warmly,
The Ministry of Rewirement
“Progress may appear non-linear. That’s because it is.”
#neurodivergence #Trauma recovery #invisible disability #mental health #Humor #TBI #Identity #Satire #chronic illness
I feel like I'm a tired shell who knows and recognizes what is around but has no wires attaching it to the surrounding.
I'm numb.
I interact with other people, but I feel like I'm not in my body. It doesn't mean I'm somewhere else. I just am not?
I'm not sure how to describe it, but I'm sure I'm very tired.
Does it happen to you to feel detached?
Or more detached when tired?
It happens very often to me but it seems that being tired stresses me too much.
I found this graphic very helpful because it put actual language to that common suggestion, "would you say something like that about your friend? then why would you say that to yourself?" I'm posting this in case it helps someone else too.
I'm pretty good at the pet one (and I love my treats), but I forget to talk directly to my inner child. I could definitely improve in talking to myself like my BFF because my self talk is so negative and I always have a way to turn down a compliment or encouraging comment.
What are you doing well at and what would you like to improve in?
#Selftalk #Selfcare #Therapy #Relationships #Identity #MentalHealth #ChronicIllness
I flipped through the pages
And stopped at twenty-nine
It says are you who you want to be?
I drew underneath, a blue line
The words suddenly felt heavy
Like all the weight crashed on me
Tenderness slowly left my heart
The echo of the shaky breathes
Broke the silence apart
I put the book away
Because it was just too hard
The question staring back at me
For the answer, I never had
I think we lose who we want to be
In the sacrifices we make
It breaks us into pieces
Till we even lose the sense of ache
That we never realize what we could be
And what was at stake
But perhaps we are the tiny fragments
Of all the sacrifices and pain
But that didn't take away the regret
Of what we could be
If we never made that blind mistake
To let go of the person
And lose ourselves along the way
Maybe it's worth it
If it is done for love
Maybe that's what life is
To put love above all
So, I flipped through the pages
And stopped at twenty nine
I write underneath “not yet”
With a bittersweet smile
But as I put my pieces together slowly
I hope I would be, in time
Disclaimer: I have BPD.
Last week I noticed that I hate looking in the mirror. To look at myself and not criticize at the same time is absurd to me. I don't like my face, I see different expressions, colors, and shapes every day. I don't recognize myself. Who am I?
Does anyone know the psychological background to this?
Hi everyone, I joined this group as soon as I saw it created, but I haven't posted here before. I feel so much turmoil still around my religious affiliation (evangelical Christian). I'm at a point now where I can say, "I don't think I'm a Christian anymore." The thing is, even if I'm not, the Bible verses and teachings are so, so ingrained in my psyche after being in the church from the time I was born.
I am having a lot of difficulty with making decisions now, in particular. When I was actively living as a Christian, I would pray and seek advice from church leaders and read the Bible if I had to make a decision. I always had this dread hanging over me that I might make a decision that was against "God's will" though; as a result, I definitely made a number of decisions that were harmful to me because it seemed like they were more acceptable to the church.
Now, I don't feel that dread about God's will, but I feel that I am completely lacking a foundation or framework for deciding what to do. I'm currently going through some career decisions and I can't separate "my values" from what I was indoctrinated into. Every time I try to start processing through this, I end up just breaking down because I feel like I don't even have an identity, and maybe I never have had one of my own. It's all very overwhelming and crushing.
I know there aren't any easy solutions to this, but I hope someone out there can at least relate to where I am at.
Thanks for listening ❤️
#Decisions #Career #Faith #Christianity #spiritualabuse #Identity #MentalHealth