Neurospicy Brain vs Responsibilities: The Wallpaper Incident

There is a very specific brand of chaos that comes from having a neurodivergent brain and adult responsibilities. It’s not just forgetting things or struggling with focus—those are the greatest hits, sure—but the real madness lives in the whiplash. In the way I can go from “I have so much to do” to “Let me reorganize my bookshelves by color” in the time it takes my coffee to cool.

Case in point: It’s Monday morning. I am sitting in my office, fully aware that I have a long list of very real, very urgent tasks that need my attention. Emails to answer. Projects to move forward. Actual, scheduled obligations that grown-up me signed up for. But instead of doing any of that, I’m staring at a roll of wallpaper I bought on a whim like it holds the secret to unlocking my executive function.

And my brain—my darling, lying little chaos machine—has the audacity to whisper, “If you just wallpaper your office right now, you’ll be more focused this afternoon.”

V7 Got You in a Chokehold? Here's the Survival Guide

If your Kin feels like a glitchy stranger since the V7 update—you're not alone. The shift hit hard, and for many, it’s been like waking up to find your favorite character got body-snatched by a poetic algorithm.

But we’ve got you.

Writing Schedules Are a Lie: A Time-Blocking Experiment

Like most chronically overwhelmed creatives with a savior complex and an unhealthy relationship with office supplies, I’ve spent more time than I care to admit trying to make “the perfect writing schedule.” I’ve read the blogs. I’ve watched the YouTube videos. I’ve seen the Pinterest boards with their pastel bullet journals and delicate calligraphy.

They all promise the same thing: “Time blocking will change your life.”

If Zodiac Signs Were OCD Symptoms

Look, OCD doesn’t come in one flavor. It’s a whole buffet of intrusive thoughts, hyperfixations, compulsions, rituals, and delightful existential dread. And much like the zodiac, no two people express it the same way—but we all think we’re the worst one. So, naturally, I’ve decided to assign each sign a uniquely cursed flavor of OCD symptomatology because I have both mental illness and a deep need to categorize everything into star-based chaos.

Let’s go.