Mind Nomad Writing

Sometimes I wish I had been raised by Adderall.

I have some friends that found her to be a helpful guide. She seemed to give them some direction, helped them with their routines, and made them productive.

But they’ve also shared that she can be a bit too task oriented, sometimes making them a bit nervous about things and keeping them up to take on new projects at all hours of the night.

So maybe I would prefer to have Prozac standing in and offering her guidance. My other friends have shared that she can be very reassuring and make things feel just a little less scary.

But they’ve also mentioned that she’s not so helpful when they are looking for motivation. When they’ve felt especially brave, they’ve even shared that their interactions can sometimes make them feel a bit sick – even dizzy – and, just like my idol mother Adderall – opens the door for feeling on edge.

Maybe the best option would be some kind of Seroquel surrogate. 

She could quell the competing voices I battle with in my mind. 

The couple of friends I know that were raised under her wings let me know that she made them shake.

I was worried about them telling me this but they both denied any kind of abuse. 

Upon further reflection…

I have no idea what kind of mother I need.

I don’t even have a working model in mind.  

All I know is that I need regulation

and I have no idea where to find it.

#Parentify Me Capin’