If you don't have to struggle to pull your blankets on top of you for bedtime, what are you even doing with your life?
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I hate to report:
The stupid "just get a weighted blankeeeetttt. it's amaaaazing" assholes are right. I do, in fact, sleep way better with one.
Stupid shits.
Do you love your anxiety blanket? I do. I found the hands down easiest way of getting that stupidly heavy thing onto the bed last night.
Wear it over your head and shoulders like a hooded cloak and crawl from the bottom of the bed into your slumber position.
Using the whole body to distribute the effort makes it light as a feather compared to using just your arms.
I spent a few hours out having lunch with mum earlier.
I found myself thinking after - as I bundled in my safe spot on the couch under a #weightedBlanket, with a #plushie, top-up #ADHD meds, something soothing on the TV to nap to - 'I miss when I could go out for a thing and not be fucking spoonless after.'
And then I thought: 'when was that, me? When has that ever been true?'
The answer is, it probably hasn't. I just got used to pushing past my limits because I was 'supposed to be able to'.
If I could have one seemingly insignificant wish in my life, it would be to have known two decades ago how amazing a #weightedBlanket is.