my brain is fried
It’s embarrassing how awful my brain is sometimes. I can’t remember things like people’s names or what was talked about. Sometimes I wonder if I don’t try hard enough. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the thyroid thing. Sometimes I wonder if I just have too much to manage. It’s probably a mix of all three. I wish I had someone to help, tell, or lean on. It’s tough having to always pretend.
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