Good and Bad Days

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Ahh the little things can be so endearing don't you think?

On a good day, my meds behave and I can function properly, on a bad day I forget random things that I've done for years(such as putting on a particular article of clothing or what season it is)

Anyone else have that?

Somedays everything seems normal and other days nothing works right

Very annoying

More or less I'm thinking of random absent mindedness,forgetting the obvious at random and such..

Or breaking the shower rod*did that at 14,I also tied myself to a dresser, and I cut my garbadge bag with scissors for a week because I had to do something with my hands, my hands must always be doing something,they must not be idle*

On a good day I'm cheerful, friendly and I even crack a few jokes. On a bad day, I'm completely withdrawn and either very irritable or very sad, usually for no real reason. Most days are somewhere in between.

I'm absent-minded all the time, regardless of whether I'm having a bad day or not.

On my good days I can get a lot done. I can create my art and I feel alert and good. On bad days, like most of this past week, I want to lay in my bed and cry, and everything irritates the hell out of me. I cant summon the energy to do the most basic things, and when I try to anyway I knock everything over and fall over stuff and forget everything. The day before yesterday I hung up on someone and accidentally took too much of my medicine.

On a good day, I'm happy and chipper and I'm always talking.

On a bad day, I'm more likely to take things to heart.

have had far more bad days than mediocre days in my life, but the last few years my bad days have started to more generally resemble my mediocre days, in that the fog of depression has consistently lifted. however, i can count the number of truly GOOD days on just one hand with a few digits missing. but still i am thankful for what i do have.

My bad days seem to be the days I'm more anxious. The days I'm "more autistic" don't make me more uncomfortable... I'm perfectly happy to be as autistic as my mind wants to be that day.

Good days: Me not caring about how my behavior might look weird to some people.

Bad days: Meltdoooooooown in a restaurant or at a concert.