I’ve heard of therapists recommending you name your brain - particularly someone you dislike - so that you can separate yourself from the part of you that runs amok.
Fuckin’ Greg’s at it again, won’t let me sleep until I check to see if the door’s locked for the seventh time. Boy, I hate that guy.
My level of antagonism depends on how self-destructive brain wants to be.
Brain wants me to eat a whole cheesecake even though lactose doesn’t always agree with me. Okay, well, Brain wants me to be happy and also acquire those sweet, sweet calories, I respect that.
Brain wants me to vividly imagine sticking a knife in my belly while I’m chopping vegetables for dinner. Sorry Brain, you’re kind of a dick.
The brain runs predictive models like this as a diagnostic self-check. The fact that you react with disgust and disdain to its hypothetical presentation means you are functioning within operational parameters. Ideally, one might still have sufficient agency and executive function to recognize it’s NOT okay if you DON’T recoil in revulsion from these ideations. Like, when I checked myself into a psych ward 11 years ago after recognizing “Wait, picturing killing myself started feeling GOOD? Uh oh…”
The ADHD goblin steals memories, tells me to eat when in bored, tells me that every minor rejection is a major judgement against me, and all the other symptoms I can’t think of right now.
Have you ever thought… What if Greg is the one who should be here and this is how he tries to fight for control while the concept of self you have is the extra one?
I’ve heard of therapists recommending you name your brain - particularly someone you dislike - so that you can separate yourself from the part of you that runs amok.
Fuckin’ Greg’s at it again, won’t let me sleep until I check to see if the door’s locked for the seventh time. Boy, I hate that guy.
Idk if making my brain a literal antagonist isa smart move. Maybe try to accept it, like with Badeline in Celeste?
My level of antagonism depends on how self-destructive brain wants to be.
Brain wants me to eat a whole cheesecake even though lactose doesn’t always agree with me. Okay, well, Brain wants me to be happy and also acquire those sweet, sweet calories, I respect that.
Brain wants me to vividly imagine sticking a knife in my belly while I’m chopping vegetables for dinner. Sorry Brain, you’re kind of a dick.
The call of the void…
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
The brain runs predictive models like this as a diagnostic self-check. The fact that you react with disgust and disdain to its hypothetical presentation means you are functioning within operational parameters. Ideally, one might still have sufficient agency and executive function to recognize it’s NOT okay if you DON’T recoil in revulsion from these ideations. Like, when I checked myself into a psych ward 11 years ago after recognizing “Wait, picturing killing myself started feeling GOOD? Uh oh…”
Imagine it’s a kitty that sometimes bites out of instinct, because it doesn’t know any better. But definetly not due to malice.
I love seeing Celeste referenced casually in conversation <3 Lemmy fuckin rules
I personify my ADHD symptoms as “the goblin”
The ADHD goblin steals memories, tells me to eat when in bored, tells me that every minor rejection is a major judgement against me, and all the other symptoms I can’t think of right now.
Fucking Greg sharing extremist views and explicit calls for violence on the internet again, ugh
Ooh, I’m gonna call mine Brian!
Have you ever thought… What if Greg is the one who should be here and this is how he tries to fight for control while the concept of self you have is the extra one?
I don’t like this naming your brain idea at all.