Vampires are way cooler than police imo.
Actually, that could be a fun plot point. Vampires get in with warrants, find out people hate cops, investigate why, instigate positive change in the system…
Mentally ill woman in my late 30s.
I’m here to help!
Temporary status update; I finally had my wisdom teeth out so I’m very likely on prescription medication while you’re reading this. There may be… out-of-character commenting.
(Formerly of lemmy.world and of kbin.social before that.)
Vampires are way cooler than police imo.
Actually, that could be a fun plot point. Vampires get in with warrants, find out people hate cops, investigate why, instigate positive change in the system…
It is? What happened to blahaj?
I have a lot of them. Sleep and I are in an… enemies to lovers kind of relationship.
There’s hate-fucking, is what I’m saying. I hate it so much and it’s all I want.
Some of my advice might be bad advice due to my ADHD but I can’t tell what might work for you so.
Also, I have left off a lot of stuff that I have done that is… not good. If you need harm reduction options, let me know.
I wear an eye-mask. The gentle, soft, cool (not cold!) pressure is a reminder to my brain that it’s bed-time.
Don’t eat too close to bed.
Make sure there’s nothing uncomfortable (like a tag from the sheets) touching me.
Play a TV show I find comforting but that doesn’t need my 100% attention, at a low enough volume that I can’t quite hear it unless I’m very, very, very quiet. This helps make me some moving/jittering/jiggling. (I play Futurama. Can’t get a nightmare from Futurama.)
I take l-theanine. It’s supposed to make people “alert” and “calm” but my doctor recommended it to me and it’s sedating effect is so strong it significantly drops my blood pressure. (Very useful if I have to take stimulant medication.)
Which leads to I take prescription medication. It doesn’t quite do it, and is hit-or-miss, hence the list.
I want to understand, intrinsically, and be able to manipulate to my liking, all the financial systems of the world.
At worst, I’d quickly become a well-paid accountant. At best, I’d become an extremely talented, untraceable, modern Robin Hood.
That sounds like trauma.